Vos yeux—she had eyes like a hare's, flush with her head and very bright with a superficial and expressionless brightness. What a formidable woman. I felt sorry for the Russian General.
"'Sans coeur et sans entrallies,'" she went on, quoting the poor devil's words. "Such a delightful motto, don't you think? Like 'Sans peur et sans reproche.' But let me think; what have I been doing since then?" Thoughtfully she bit into the crust of her bread with long, sharp, white teeth.
"Two mixed grills," I said parenthetically to the waiter.
"But of course," exclaimed Miss Penny suddenly. "I haven't seen you since my German trip. All sorts of adventures. My appendicitis; my nun."
"Your nun?"
"My marvellous nun. I must tell you all about her."
"Do." Miss Penny's anecdotes were always curious. I looked forward to an entertaining luncheon.
"You knew I'd been in Germany this autumn?"
"Well, I didn't, as a matter of fact. But still—"
"I was just wandering round." Miss Penny described a circle in the air with her gaudily jewelled hand. She always twinkled with massive and improbable jewellery.