“Then you surely have been trained in an English school,” she persisted.
He shook his head.
“The school was like Laval, all French.”
“And yet, you speak as we do.”
His lower lip rolled out into his odd little smile.
“As you do, but more slowly. Of course, I understand; but I think in French, and it takes a little time to put it into English. But my English is not like Mr. Barth’s.”
“Nor mine,” she assured him merrily.
But he met her merriment with a curiously grave face.
“Miss Howard, I do not see why I can’t like that fellow,” he said thoughtfully.
“Nor I. And yet, he isn’t half bad,” Nancy replied, with unexpected loyalty.