"I tricked her into staying behind until I could see you for a moment as we are, alone, man to man.

Why is it that our Josephine has come to trust you as she does ?" His voice was low--it was almost soft as a woman's, but deep in his eyes Philip saw the glow of a strange, slumbering fire.
"Why is it ?" he persisted.
"God only knows," exclaimed Philip, the significance of the question bursting upon him for the first time.

"I hadn't thought of it, Jean.
Everything has happened so quickly, so strangely, that there are many things I haven't thought of.

It must be because--she thinks I'm a MAN!" "That is it, M'sieur," replied Jean, as quietly as before.

"That, and because you have come from two years in the North.