“Why, who’s been insulting you, lass?” he said sharply.
Sue laughed and turned her head away.
“What’s that to you?” she said.
French shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m going,” he remarked, and stepped down the stone stair into the yard.
Sue swallowed once and then ran after him.
“Prithee wait while I hot your rum, sir,” she said.
French turned willingly.
“I’d do aught for you when you ask me like that, Sue,” he said gently, as he followed her back into the kitchen and sat down while she bustled around with a tankard, hardly knowing what she did.
French watched her critically.