The defensive smile died on Lavendie's lips.
“It is as I see her, monsieur le cure.”
Pierson turned again to the picture, and suddenly covered his eyes. “She looks 'fey,'” he said, and went out of the room.
Lavendie and Noel remained staring at the picture. “Fey? What does that mean, mademoiselle?”
“Possessed, or something.”
And they continued to stare at the picture, till Lavendie said:
“I think there is still a little too much light on that ear.”
The same evening, at bedtime, Pierson called Noel back.
“Nollie, I want you to know something. In all but the name, Captain Fort is a married man.”
He saw her flush, and felt his own face darkening with colour.