"Don't you see? It's grand! I'll come and see him often—every day—twice a day. If he 's out, I can sit under the elm and wait for him—with you. Oh! are n't you glad?"
"I'm very glad you 've found your old friend," she answered demurely.
"What's to-day?"
"Quintidi. Fifth Prairial. Year Thirteen—" she replied without thinking.
Jack could only stare. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh," she laughed, "I had forgotten I was in England. Saturday."
Jack's face sank. "Then to-morrow 's Sunday. Hang. Well! I'll come on Monday. Shall you be here?"
"I am always here."
"Be under the elm." He thought a moment, and then added insidiously, "Shall you your mother about to-day?"
Marjolaine hesitated. Perhaps it would be better to wait until the proper formalities had been observed. "On Monday; when you've been introduced."