"Oh! Then it's at St Briac?"
"Yes. In the kitchen."
"The kitchen where Coco lives?"
"Yes. That one. But, of course, Coco's outside except when it's raining. And he has sung 'Quand je bois mon vin clairet.' He sang it beautifully."
"I'm sure he did," I assented grimly.... "Now tell me a little more of what Monsieur Arnaud said when he was so grateful to me for not doing my plain duty."
Her eyes were full on mine, with an expression I did not understand. Somehow the pretty scatter of freckles across the bridge of her nose seemed to give the look an added directness. Her lips parted, but not in a smile.
"You needn't call him Monsieur Arnaud," she said.
"What then?" I asked quickly. "What do you call him, if I may ask?"
At her reply the teacup almost dropped from my hand.
"That's really what he said I had to tell you this afternoon," she said. "Of course I call him Derry, like you."