For an instant she was frightened; but no, Jean Jacques could not know anything.

Yet--yet he had come from the direction of the river! "What is it, Jean Jacques ?" she asked.

"Aren't you well ?" He put his hand to his head, but did not look her in the eyes.

His gesture helped him to avoid that.

"I have a head--la, such a head! I have been thinking, thinking-it is my hobby.