"What is the matter, Marie?" Jeanne asked.
"The doctor wants to see you in his study."
"I wasn't thinking of your message, but of your appearance. You have been crying."
"Yes, that's the reason," Marie answered. "The master wants to see you, and it's Saturday morning."
Jeanne had forgotten the day, and the information, coupled with the message, startled her for a moment.
"There is no need to be afraid, Marie," she said quietly.
"I know you're brave, you couldn't be anything else," returned the girl, "but I know what Saturday morning in that study means. Mademoiselle, I'll do anything I can. No one takes any notice of me. I can slip out of the house almost any time I like."
"Thank you, Marie. I will not forget."
In spite of the servant girl's pessimistic view, Jeanne had little apprehension as she went to the doctor's study, and Legrand's method of receiving her was reassuring. He rose, bowed low and placed a chair for her. He spoke of the pleasant crispness in the air, of the little dance which had taken place in the salon on the previous night.
"Even the Abbé was persuaded to a few steps," he laughed. "It was very amusing."