The Lady smiled again.
“I think you’ll have to develop some American ways, yourself, Mr. Barth,” she suggested.
Again the note of dejection came into his voice.
“I tried. Tried it, this afternoon.”
“And?” she said interrogatively.
“It was all wrong.”
“How do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I thought I did it just as Mr. Brock does. I went into the drawing-room and found them together, just the way he has so often found us. I began to talk to her just as he does, only of course I wouldn’t think of chaffing her. You know he chaffs her, and she can’t seem to make him stop,” Barth added, in hasty explanation.
“What did you talk to her about?” the Lady queried.
“That’s just it. I didn’t get started talking at all. I just asked her if she wouldn’t like to talk.”