French turned to her, his handsome boyish face blank with astonishment.
“Why, what’s the matter with you?” he said.
Sue shrugged her shoulders and bit her lips. Why was he so different to-day, she wondered?
“Me—oh, nothing; is there aught in my face that should make you ask that?”
Sue turned a fiery cheek toward the young giant, and then moved away.
French got up.
“I don’t know what’s taken you all,” he said, puzzled. “When I first comes in, Master Gilbot flies out wi’ the young lad, and now you look at me as though I’d done some mortal wrong. What is it?”
“Oh! go to with ye.” Sue’s back was toward him and he could not see her face but her voice sounded sharp. “I’m getting your rum as fast as may be.”
“What need you be worrying about rum?”
French looked round him miserably.