"You'd find most busy places just as dirty," said Gard.
"Then I'll go to sea. That's clean at all events."
"Let's hope things will brighten a bit. You wouldn't find the fo'c'sle
of a trader as comfortable as La Closerie, my boy,"--and they fell to on
their dinner and left the matter there.
"Dites-donc, Nannon, ma petite," said Mrs. Tom to Nance, a day or two
later, "who is the joli gars who comes each day to see you?"
"Mr. Gard from the mines comes up here to get his dinner, if that's what
you mean."
"Oh--ho! He comes for his dinner, does he? And is that all he comes for,
little Miss Modesty?"
"That's all," said Nance solemnly.
"Oh yes, without a doubt, that's all. I think I'll ask him next time I
see him. Why doesn't he go home for his dinner like other people?"
"He's living at Plaisance now and it's far to go. He used to live here,
you know."
"Ma foi, no, I didn't know. He used to live here? And why did he go to
Plaisance then?"
"We hadn't room for him, you see."
"But, Mon Dieu, we have room and to spare! There are those two bedrooms
empty.
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