"Jeanne owes you an apology--and an explanation, M'sieur Philip,"
said D'Arcambal, resting a hand upon Jeanne's head. "We are going
to retire, and she will initiate you into the fold of Fort o'
God."
Pierre and Otille followed him from the room. For the first time
in an hour Jeanne laughed frankly at Philip.
"There isn't much to explain, M'sieur Philip," she said, rising
from her seat. "You know pretty nearly all there is to know about
Fort o' God now. Only I am sure that I did not appear to value
your confidence very much--a little while ago. It must have seemed
ungrateful in me, indeed, to have told you so little about myself
and my home, after what you did for Pierre and me. But I have
father's permission now. It is the second time that he has ever
given it to me."
"And I don't want to hear," exclaimed Philip, bluntly. "I have
been more or less of a brute, Miss Jeanne. I know enough about
Fort o' God. It is a glorious place. You owe me nothing, and for
that reason--"
"But I insist," interrupted the girl. "Do you mean to say that you
do not care to listen, when this is the second time in my life
that I have had the opportunity of talking about my home? And the
first--didn't give me any pleasure.
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