Nancy’s temper was ruffled2, that morning. As she had left the table, Barth had followed her to the parlor3 where, apparently4 apropos5 of an inoffensive Frenchman crossing the Place d’Armes, he had been drawn6 into strictures concerning American and French peculiarities7 of speech and manner. The talk had been impersonal8; nevertheless, Nancy had been quick to discern that its text lay in the growing friendship between herself and St. Jacques. For a time, she had listened in silence to the Britisher’s accusing monologue9. Then her temper had given way completely. Flapping the American flag full in his face, she had loosed the American eagle and promptly10 routed Barth and driven him from the field, with the British Lion trudging11 dejectedly at his heels.
“I want him to understand that he’s not to say American to me, in any such tone as that!” Nancy muttered vindictively12, as she pinned on her hat.
Then she went out to walk herself into a good temper.
The good temper was still conspicuous13 by its absence, when, regardless of appearances, she dropped down in the grass by the hospital gate, and fell to picking the scraps14 of mortar out of the meshes15 of her rough cloth gown.
“I believe I am all kinds of an idiot,” she continued to herself explosively. “First, Joe’s letter rubbed me the wrong way. I don’t see how he could be so stupid as to imagine I’m homesick. Of course, I am glad he is coming up here; but an extra man, in any relation, does have a tendency to complicate16 things. And then Mr. Brock didn’t come to breakfast. I know he was cross, last night, because I took Mr. Barth’s part. And now Mr. Barth has made me lose my temper again. I believe he does it, just for the sake of seeing me abase17 myself afterwards. Dear me! Everybody is cross, and I am the crossest of the lot.”
Beside her on the grass, the shadow of the union Jack18 above the hospital moved idly to and fro. Behind her was the low, squat19 bulk of the third Martello Tower whose crumbling20 mortar Nancy was even now removing from her clothing. The fourth Martello Tower, hidden somewhere within the dingy21 confines of Saint Sauveur, had eluded22 all her efforts to find it; the other two had been too obviously converted to twentieth-century purposes. This had looked more inviting23, and Nancy had spent a chilly24 hour in its depths. By turning her back upon the dripping icehouse in its southern edge, and focussing her mind upon the mammoth25 central column which supported its arching roof, she had been able to force herself backward into the days when a Martello Tower was a thing for an invading army to reckon with. In the magazine beneath, the drip from the icehouse had spoiled the illusion; but the open platform above, albeit26 now snugly27 roofed in, still offered its battlements and its trio of dismounted cannon28 to her cynical29 gaze. Nancy left the dim interior, bored, but sternly just. In some moods and with certain companions, even the third Martello Tower might be interesting. Meantime, she was conscious of a distinct wish that the relics30 of the crumbling past might not have such marked affinity31 for her shoulder-blades.
“Miss Howard!”
“I am glad I have found you,” he added directly. “I was wishing that something good might happen.”
Nancy’s smile broadened to a laugh.
“I am so glad. Let’s be cross together.”
“Here?”
“Why not?”
“I don’t like the place. The associations are not pleasant.”
“I don’t see why. It looks a very comfortable place to be ill.”
“Yes; but who wants to think of being ill?”
“Nobody,” Nancy returned philosophically37. “Still, now and then we must, you know. Witness Mr. Barth.”
St. Jacques smiled.
“Yes. But even Mr. Barth had a good nurse.”
“Don’t be too sure of that. Even my level best is none too even,” Nancy replied enigmatically, with scant38 consideration for the alien tongue of her companion.
He ignored her words.
“If I should be ill, would you take care of me?” he asked suddenly.
Still laughing, the girl shook her head.
“Never. I like you altogether too well, M. St. Jacques, to risk your life with my ministrations. Instead of that, though, I will come out here to see you as often as you will grant me admission.”
“Not here. They would never grant me admission in the first place,” St. Jacques responded dryly.
“Why, then?”
“Because I am Catholic.”
“It is true, however.”
With a sweep of her arm, Nancy pointed40 to the union Jack whose scarlet41 folds stained the sky line.
“Then the sooner they pull that down, the better,” she said scornfully. “I thought that the British flag stood for religious freedom.”
“But you are not Catholic,” St. Jacques said slowly.
“What difference does that make? I am not a Seven-Day Baptist, either. Neither fact makes me ignore the rights of my friends who are.”
St. Jacques still stood looking down at her. His face was unusually grave, that morning; and it seemed to Nancy that his swarthy cheeks were flushed more than it was their wont42 to be.
“You have friends who are Catholics?” he asked.
“One, I hope,” she answered quietly. Then she rose to her feet. “What are you doing out here at this hour?” she added.
“Walking, to tire myself,” he answered. “Will you come?”
For her only answer, she dropped into step at his side, and they turned down the steep slope leading into Saint Sauveur, crossed Saint Roch and the Dorchester Bridge and came out on the open road to Beauport.
Never a garrulous43 companion, St. Jacques was more silent than ever, that morning, and Nancy let him have his way. Moreover, at times she was conscious of something restful in the long pauses which came in her talk with St. Jacques. When he chose, the young Frenchman spoke44 easily and well. Apparently, however, he saw no need of talking, unless he had something to say. In their broken talk and their long silences, Nancy had gained a better understanding of St. Jacques, a more perfect sympathy with his point of view and his mood than she had gained of Brock in all their hours of chattering45 intercourse46.
For a long mile, they walked on without speaking. Shoulder to shoulder, they had gone tramping along the narrow plank47 walk with the sure rhythm of perfectly48 adapted step.
“How well we walk together!” Nancy said, suddenly breaking the silence.
“Yes,” St. Jacques assented briefly. “I have always noticed it.”
Some men would have used her random49 words as the theme for a sentimental50 speech. To St. Jacques, they were too obvious; emotion should not be wasted upon anything so matter of fact. Long since, Nancy had become accustomed to that phase of his mind. It gave a certain restfulness to their intercourse to know that St. Jacques would never read unintended meanings into her simplest utterances51. At first, she had supposed him too stolid52, too earnestly intent upon his own ends to waste sentiment upon herself. Lately, she had begun to doubt; and she confessed to herself that the doubt was sweet.
“You said you were cross, to-day?” St. Jacques broke the silence, this time.
“Yes, detestably.”
“For any especial reason?”
“What is the reason?” he asked coolly.
“And, as usual, Barth is one of them,” St. Jacques supplemented.
“Perhaps; and Mr. Brock is another,” Nancy replied unexpectedly.
“Brock? What has he done?”
“Nothing. I did it. At least, I tried to lecture him for playing tricks on Mr. Barth, and—”
“One is always at liberty to play tricks with a monkey,” St. Jacques interpolated quietly.
“Mr. Barth isn’t a monkey,” Nancy retorted.
“No? Then what is he?”
“The best little Englishman that ever lived,” she answered promptly.
The lower lip of St. Jacques rolled out into his odd little smile.
“Then the game surely ought to be in the hands of the French,” he responded.
“You’re not fair to Mr. Barth,” Nancy said, as she stooped to pull off a spray of scarlet maple55 leaves from a bush at her feet.
“Perhaps not. Neither are you.”
“Yes, I am. He hasn’t a more loyal friend in America, M. St. Jacques.”
“I know that. It is not always fair to be too loyal.”
“Why not?”
“Because it makes one wonder whether the game is worth the candle,” the Frenchman replied imperturbably56. “One doesn’t fly to defend the strongest spot on the city wall.”
Nancy looked up into his dark face.
“No; and, in the same way, I’ve not fought a battle in your behalf since we met.”
“No?”
“At least—” she added hurriedly, as she recalled stray sentences of her talk with Barth, that morning. “But in a way you have told the truth. I have fought Mr. Barth’s battles with you all, until I sometimes feel as if I were wholly responsible for the man.”
“Then why not let him fight his own battles?”
A torn red leaf fluttered from Nancy’s fingers.
“Because he won’t. It’s not that he is a coward; it’s not that he is conceited57 or too sure of himself. It is only that he is like a great, overgrown child who never stops to think of the impression he is making. Sometimes it is refreshing58; sometimes it makes one long to box him up and send him back to be tethered out on a chain attached to Westminster Abbey. Even that wouldn’t do, though, for the Poets’ Corner has made room for an American or two. Mr. Barth is queer and innocent and, just now and then, superlatively stupid. And yet, M. St. Jacques, I don’t believe he ever had an ignoble59 idea from the day of his birth up to to-day. He is absolutely generous and high-minded, and one can forgive a good deal for the sake of that.”
Flushed with her eager championship, she paused and smiled up into her companion’s eves. His answering smile drove the gravity from his face.
“Yes,” he assented; “and, from your very persistence60, you imply that there is a good deal to forgive.”
“Something, perhaps,” she assented in her turn; “but it is largely negative. Meanwhile, he isn’t fair game for you and Mr. Brock.”
“Why not?”
“Because he believes everything you tell him; because it never once enters his mind that you would find it worth your while to torment61 him. If he lets you alone, he expects you to do the same by him.”
St. Jacques made no answer. With his dark eyes fixed62 on the broad river at his right hand, he marched steadily63 along by Nancy’s side until the quaint64 little roadside cross of temperance was far behind them. Then he said abruptly,—
“Miss Howard, I wish I knew just how well you like that fellow.”
Nancy’s thoughts, like her steps, had lain parallel to his. She responded now without hesitation,—
“I wish I knew, myself; but I don’t.”
For an instant, St. Jacques removed his eyes from the river. He smiled, as he moved them back again.
Nancy’s next words showed that her mind had taken a backward leap.
“You said you were walking to tire yourself?” she said interrogatively.
“Yes. Am I also tiring you?” St. Jacques answered, with instant courtesy.
“No. I always dislike the turning around to go home by the same road.”
“Then we can walk on to Beauport church, and take the tram back,” he suggested.
“As you like,” she agreed. “But why tire yourself?”
“I have been lying awake too much for my pleasure.”
“Thinking of your sins?” Nancy asked gayly.
“Yes, and of some other things.”
“Pleasant things, I hope.”
The Frenchman’s brows contracted.
“I have had dreams that were pleasanter.”
Nancy stole a sidelong glance at him, saw the expression in his eyes, and, turning, looked him full in the face.
“M. St. Jacques,” she said quietly; “something is wrong.”
He smiled, as he shook his head; but his eyes did not light.
“There is no use of denying it. I have been a nurse, you know,” she persisted laughingly; “and I have learned to watch for symptoms. Men don’t frown like that and beetle66 their brows, without some cause or other. Does something worry you; or aren’t you feeling well?”
Without breaking his even pace, St. Jacques turned and looked steadily into her earnest, sympathetic face. This time, his dark eyes lighted in response to the friendly look in her own.
“Perhaps it may be a little of both,” he answered quietly. “Even then, there is no reason one should be a worry to one’s friends.”
The pause which followed was a short one. Then St. Jacques roused himself and laughed.
“Really, Miss Howard,” he added, as he brushed his thick hair backward from the scarlet gash67 in his forehead; “it is only that I started with headache, this morning. I was too dull for work; but either Nurse Howard or the Good Sainte Anne has made me forget it.”
And Nancy smiled back at him in token of perfect understanding. She had not heard his last inaudible words,—
“Or perhaps it may be the work of good Saint Joseph.”
In fact, Nancy Howard as yet had gained no inkling of the especial attributes of Saint Joseph, nor did she suspect the part that the good old saint was beginning to play in the coming events of her life. To Nancy’s mind, May was always May. So long as it lasted, there was no reason for looking forward into the coming month of June. The future tense was created solely68 for those whose present was not absolutely good.
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vindictively
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jack
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crumbling
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intercourse
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