"We were curious about you," she said, with bewitching candor.
"Pierre is the most inquisitive creature in the world, and I
wanted to thank you for returning my handkerchief. I'm sorry you
didn't find a bit of lace which I lost at the same time!"
"I did!" exclaimed Philip.
He bit his tongue, and cursed himself at this fresh break. Jeanne
was silent. After a moment she said:
"Shall I make you some coffee?"
"Will you be able to do it? Your foot--"
"I had forgotten that," she said. "It doesn't hurt any more. But I
can show you how."
Her unaffected ingenuousness, the sweetness of her voice, the
simplicity and ease of her manner delighted Philip, and at the
same time filled him with amazement. He had never met a forest
girl like Jeanne. Her beauty, her queen-like bearing, when she had
stood with Pierre on the rock, had puzzled him and filled him with
admiration. But now her voice, the music of her words, her
quickness of perception added tenfold to those impressions. It
might have been Miss Brokaw who was sitting there in the bow
talking to him, only Jeanne's voice was sweeter than Miss
Brokaw's; and even in the lightest of the words she had spoken
there was a tone of sincerity and truth.
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