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Then she looked her questioner up and down, with a cool, inhuman curiosity working in her small eyes. So M'selle Elise had thrown him over already? That was sharp work! As for the rest of her news, her pessimism was interested in observing his demeanour under it. Certainly he did not seem to take it gaily; but what else did he expect with his sister? 'Je vous demande!
There was a tremble in her voice now. "Yes." They came to his door and he tapped on it lightly. Instantly it was opened. Josephine stared at Jean as she darted in. "Jean you have something to tell me?" she whispered, no longer hiding the fear in her face. "You must see me alone?" "Oui, M'selle," murmured Jean, turning to Philip. "If M'sieur Philip can arrange for us to be alone."
Melisse laughed merrily as Ledoq continued to bow before her, rattling away in a delighted torrent of French. "Ah, thes ees wan gr-r-reat compleeman, M'selle Melisse," he finished at last, breaking for an instant into English. He straightened like a spring and turned, to Jan. "Did you meet the strange team?" "We met no team." Ledoq looked puzzled.
"He said nothing about that. But surely it will be a great change for li'le m'selle." Pierrot nodded. "Possibly, Netootam." They discussed the matter no more that night. But for hours Pierrot was still, thinking, and a hundred times he asked himself that same question: Why had McTaggart sent for him? He was not the only man well known to the trappers on the company's books.
The room was taking leave of Mademoiselle almost in silence. The English were standing together. Miriam heard their voices. "'Dieu, m'selle, 'dieu, m'selle," one after the other and saw hands and wrists move vigorously up and down. The Germans were commenting, "Ah, she is engaged ah, what en-gaged. Ah, the rascal! Hor mal " Miriam dreaded her turn.
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