“What was it, then?” Anne asked. I dared to look at her, now, and her face was perfectly serious as she added, “Was it about the milk, or eggs, or anything?”
Without doubt there was a delicious strain of minx in her!
Jervaise lost his temper. I believe that if I had offered to fight him, then, he would have welcomed the opportunity.
“Oh! you know what I want to say,” he snorted.
“Then why not say it?” Anne replied.
He turned savagely upon me. “Haven’t you got the common sense…” he began, but Anne cut him short.
“Oh! we don’t suspect our guests of spying,” she said.
I was nearly sorry for Jervaise at that moment. He could not have looked any more vindictive than he looked already, but he positively trembled with anger. He could not endure to be thwarted. Nevertheless, he displayed a certain measure of self-control.
“Very well,” he said as calmly as he could. “If you’re going to take that tone…”
“Yes?” Anne prompted him. She showed no sign of being in any way disconcerted.