"
"You have no desire to be especially gallant to me? It would cause you
no jealousy if you, saw that I preferred the company of other men?"
Jack Benson returned her glance, almost in, bewilderment for a moment.
Then he leaned back, trying to stifle the impulse to laugh, but he did
not wholly succeed.
"You are amused?" cried the young Russian, half angry.
"Amused--yes, at the idea of my falling in love, if that was what you
meant to suggest," replied Jack, again speaking very candidly.
"And why should that amuse you, my Captain?"
"Why, do you know how old I am, Mlle. Nadiboff? Or rather, how young?
I am only sixteen. At my age, if I formed any notion of being in love,
it would be sensible to have me spanked and put on a short diet for a
few days."
He laughed merrily, now, and Mlle. Nadiboff turned away her head to
conceal the tears of vexation that started to her eyes.
"Bah!" she thought to herself. "I have been wasting time--at Lemaire's
orders. The only way to induce this boy to betray his trust will be
by offering him presents of marbles, tops, kites--bah! _Bah!_"
Mlle. Nadiboff settled back in her seat, looking straight ahead, her
attitude as frigid as could be. For some moments she did not attempt
to speak.
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