She leaned toward me, her eyes like stars.
"You will be one of the Good People!"
I did not answer her, too confused in my wits to know what to say; and suddenly my confusion spread to her.
"It is wild I am talking, sir!" she exclaimed. "Never heed my words. Sure, who would be trusting his heart's blood to the stranger that stepped in his path!"
"I think I would trust mine to you," I answered boldly.
She smiled faintly
"From your manner you would be no Englishman, sir, saying such pretty things without consideration."
"I have been long out of England."
"Then your sorrow will not be so great for parting with all you have held dear. Lucky is your lot."
"You have never been to America?" I asked.