That evening she had a long talk in the kitchen with Phineas. The news of Doggie's safety had been given out by Willoughby, without any details. Mo Shendish had leaped about her like a fox-terrier, and she had laughed, with difficulty restraining her tears. But to Phineas alone she told her whole story. He listened in bewilderment. And the greater the bewilderment, the worse his crude translations of English into French. She wound up a long, eager speech by saying: "He has done this for me. Why?" "Love," replied Phineas bluntly. "It is more than love," said Jeanne, thinking of the Wonderful Spiritual Something. "If you could understand English," said Phineas, "I would enter into the metaphysics of the subject with pleasure, but in French it is beyond me." Jeanne smiled, and turned to the matter-of-fact. "He will go to England now that he is wounded?" "He's on the way now," said Phineas. "Has he many friends there? I ask, because he talks so little of himself. He is so modest." "Oh, many friends. You see, mademoiselle," said Phineas, with a view to setting her mind at rest, "Doggie's an important person in his part of the country. He was brought up in luxury. I know, because I lived with him as his tutor for seven years. His father and mother are dead, and he could go on living in luxury now, if he liked." "He is then, rich--Doggie?" "He has a fine house of his own in the country, with many servants and automobiles, and--wait"--he made a swift arithmetical calculation--"and an income of eighty thousand francs a year." "_Comment?_" cried Jeanne sharply, with a little frown. Phineas McPhail was enjoying himself, basking in the sunshine of Doggie's wealth. Also, when conversation in French resolved itself into the statement of simple facts, he could get along famously. So the temptation of the glib phrase outran his discretion. "Doggie has a fortune of about two million francs." "_Il doit faire un beau mariage_," said Jeanne, with stony calm. Phineas suddenly became aware of pitfalls and summoned his craft and astuteness and knowledge of affairs. He smiled, as he thought, encouragingly. "The only fine marriage is with the person one loves." "Not always, monsieur," said Jeanne, who had watched the gathering of the sagacities with her deep eyes. "In any case"--she rose and held out her hand--"our friend will be well looked after in England." "Like a prince," said Phineas. He strode away greatly pleased with himself, and went and found Mo Shendish. "Man," said he, "have you ever reflected that the dispensing of happiness is the cheapest form of human diversion?" "What've you been doin' now?" asked Mo. "I've just left a lassie tottering over with blissful dreams." "Gorblime!" said Mo, "and to think that if I could sling the lingo, I might've done the same!"