"I nodded.
"She nodded back. 'That's so. Oh, dear, dear! you said that. I can't help it. I'm drunk, and it's no use pretending!'
"She fell to wringing her hands, and the tears began to run from her bistred eyes.
"'Now, see here, Mrs.—Miss—'
"'Floncemorency.'
"'Miss Florence Montmorency?' I hazarded as a translation.
"'That's so. Formerly of the Haughty Coal.'
"'I beg your pardon? Ah!… of the Haute Ecole?'
"'That's so: 'questrienne.'
"'Well, you'll take my advice, and return home at once and put yourself to bed.'