Presently the house door opened and Mam'selle came out with Nick close beside her. They stood quite still on the little lawn, their faces turned upward. And just then Longville could have sworn he heard a sob, a deep, smothered sob, and Nick certainly whined piteously. Then the two went back into the house and Longville, with a nervous start, turned and faced—Gavot!
"What do you make of it?" whispered Pierre.
"Make of what?" demanded Longville.
"Oh, I've done some watching myself," Gavot replied, "I've watched you and her! A man doesn't keep to the night when the tavern has a warm place for him. I've kept you company, Longville, when you didn't know it."
"Well, then, what's the meaning that you make out, Pierre?"
"The Mam'selle Morey is up to—to tricks," Gavot nodded knowingly, "and she's not going to escape me."
"'Tis not the first caper she has cut," Longville snorted, "and she will well need an eye kept on her."
Then the two went amicably arm in arm to Dan's Place.
"Four eyes, brother Longville," said Gavot who always grew nauseously familiar when he dared. "Four eyes on Mam'selle and four such eyes!"
CHAPTER VI