“Oui, oui, oui!” said Mo, nodding vigorously.
A spot of colour burned on Jeanne’s pale cheek, and Doggie grew red under his tanned skin. He cursed Phineas below his breath, and exchanged a significant glance with Mo. Jeanne said, in her even voice:
“I hope all the Three Musketeers will come back safe.”
Mo extended a grimy hand. “Well, good-bye, miss! McPhail here and I must be going.”
She shook hands with both, wishing them bonne chance, and they strolled away. Doggie lingered.
“You mustn’t mind what McPhail says. He’s only an old imbecile.”
“You have two comrades who love you. That is the principal thing.”
“I think they do, each in his way. As for Mo——”
“Mo?” She laughed. “He is delicious.”
“Well——” said he reluctantly, after a pause, “good-bye, Jeanne.”