Phineas put his great hand on Doggie’s shoulder.
“James Marmaduke Trevor.”
“Otherwise called Doggie, miss,” said Mo.
She made a little graceful gesture of non-comprehension.
“Non compree?” asked Mo.
“No, monsieur.”
Phineas explained, in his rasping and consciously translated French:
“It is a nickname of the regiment. Doggie.”
The flushed and embarrassed subject of the discussion saw her lips move silently to the word.
“But his name is Trevor. Monsieur Trevor,” said Phineas.