"He wants you for the horses," added Speed. "But you can do better
than that."
"I don't know,... perhaps."
"Besides, they sail to-day from Lorient. The governor made money
yesterday--enough to start again. Poor Byram! He's frantic to get back
to America; and, oh, Scarlett, how that good old man can swear!"
"Help me to sit up in bed," I said; "there--that's it! Just wedge
those pillows behind my shoulders."
"All right?"
"Of course. I'm going to dress. Speed, did you say that little
Jacqueline went with Byram?"
He looked at me miserably.
"Yes," he said.