“Then you came there just to see him,” persisted Roy.
“Non. To see M’sieu.”
“You knew I was there?”
Jean assented.
“Who told you?” Roy was again interested, and walked the better for being so.
“M’sieu, it was a young lady—not English. She is French, and she lives under the same roof with Monsieur’s friends—le bon Colonel et Monsieur le Capitaine.”
“But how did she come across you?”
“I was at St. Mihiel, M’sieu.”
“I know. We drove there once, to see the place. My father had to pay a pretty big douceur, but we went.”
“Naturellement. St. Mihiel is but seven leagues from Verdun, and on the river. And this Demoiselle——”