How do I know? Mon Dieu, she
has told me! A woman's heart understands, and a woman's ears are
quick to hear, m'sieu. When you were sick, and your mind was
wandering, you told her again and again that you loved her--and
when she brought you back to life, her eyes saw more than once the
truth of what your lips had betrayed, though you tried to keep it
to yourself. Even more, m'sieu--she felt the touch of your lips on
her hair that day. She understands. She has told me everything,
openly, innocently--yet her heart thrills with that sympathy of a
woman who knows she is loved. M'sieu, if you could have seen the
light in her eyes and the glow in her cheeks as she told me these
secrets. But I am not jealous! Non! It is only because you are a
brave man, and one of honor, that I tell you all this. She would
die of shame did she know I had betrayed her confidence. Yet it is
necessary that I tell you, because if we make the big wager we
must drop my Jeanne from the gamble. Do you comprehend me, m'sieu?
"We are two men, strong men, fighting men. I--Pierre Boulain--can
not feel the shame of jealousy where a woman's heart is pure and
sweet, and where a man has fought against love with honor as you
have fought.
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