BACCARAT CHAPTER I HAVE it your own way, said John Courtney to his wife. They are young yet, and I should have thought they spoke French pretty well for their ages. But if youve set your heart on a French seaside holiday instead of an English one, why, we must see about finding the right place. It was an unusually long speech for John, but there was nothing unusual in his saying yes to all his wifes requests, nothing unusual in the 7 8 BACCARAT light that came into his eyes when he looked upon her. We ought to go where there are no English families, where they will hear nothing but French from morning until night, where they will play with French children, and get the accent, she went on, from that vantage coign of the stool at his feet, whence it was so easy to lay a caressing head against his knee. Is that not so, my John The possessive pronoun came often to her lips when they were alone. It had never ceased to seem wonderful to her that these six solid feet of English manhood, so...