Marjolaine was genuinely sorry for him. He really was very good-looking.
"I'm sure Maman would ask you in, if she were here."
"I 'm quite sure of that."
"And I think she would not like me to be—as you say—inhospitable."
"I didn't say it; but I'm quite sure she would n't."
Marjolaine's kind little heart was quite melted. This good-looking young man spoke so very humbly.
"I might—I might bring you out something—"
A gleam of triumph crossed Jack's face, but he answered with the air of a martyr: "Oh! don't trouble!"
Marjolaine's sense of the proprieties got the better of her again. "What would the neighbours say if they saw me feeding an entire stranger?"
Jack leaped up in indignant protest. "But I 'm not! I 've told you my name. That's as much as anybody ever knows about anybody!"