“That was very bravely said, Jeanne. To me you will be always the most wonderful woman I have ever known.”
“What caused you to speak to me the first day?” she asked, after a pause.
“I explained to you—to apologize for staring rudely into your house.”
“It was not because you said to yourself, ‘Here is a pretty girl looking at me. I’ll go and talk to her’?”
Doggie threw his leg over the corner of the table and stood on indignant feet.
“Jeanne! How could you——?” he cried.
She leaned back, her open palms on the table. The rare light came into her eyes.
“That’s what I wanted to know. Now we understand each other, Monsieur Trevor.”
“I wish you wouldn’t call me Monsieur Trevor,” said he.
“What else can I call you? I know no other name.”