“Your friend.”
“But he’s an American.”
“You said he was an Englishman.”
“I never did! How could I? Why, can’t you tell at once that he is an American by the way that he talks?”
“I never have hear him talk.”
She stared afresh, then turned to walk on, saying, “You must be crazy! or aren’t you speaking of the man who presented you to me?”
“Why should I be of any interest as to that man? Naturally it is of the Englishman that I speak.”
“What Englishman?”
“But that Englishman upon the Gotthardbahn, of course; the one you have said was so nice to you.”
She began to laugh.