Maybe he will send Brossard away when you tell him." "I would not dare to tell him," said Jules, shrinking back at the bare suggestion.
"Then _I_ dare," cried Joyce with flashing eyes.

"I am not afraid of Brossard or Henri or your uncle, or any man that I ever knew.

What's more, I intend to march over here just as soon as your uncle comes home, and tell him right before Brossard how you have been treated." Jules gasped in admiration of such reckless courage.

"Seems to me Brossard himself would be afraid of you if you looked at him that way." Then his voice sank to a whisper.

"Brossard is afraid of one thing, I've heard him tell Henri so, and that is _ghosts_.