“I have seen him—he is often at the Sporting Club.”
“A great gambler, I have heard?”
“It is in the blood,” said the girl, with a little shrug. “His father was killed in a duel that followed a night of play.”
Selden looked at her again. She seemed well informed about other things besides himself.
“Have you ever been to Goritza?” he asked.
“I was born there,” she answered quietly.
“Born there?” he echoed. “But you—you....”
“Well?” she asked, smiling at his astonishment.
“You look like a Parisienne, and you talk like an American!”
“I was taken to America when I was a child, and grew up there,” she explained.