Barth shook his head.
“Miss Howard is very American,” he observed a little regretfully.
The Lady smiled.
“And, my dear boy, so are you very British.”
“Of course. I mean to be,” Barth answered quietly.
“And perhaps Miss Howard finds it hard to understand your British ways.”
Barth looked perplexed.
“Oh, no. I think not,” he said slowly. “She never acts at all embarrassed, when she is with me. In fact,” he laughed deprecatingly; “I am generally the one to be embarrassed, when we are together.”
There was a short pause. Then Barth continued thoughtfully, as if from the heart of his reverie,—
“And I didn’t like her especially, at first. She seemed a bit—er—cocksure and—er—energetic. Now I am beginning to like her more and more.”