"Miss Milton."
"Oh, you know her—daughter of the white-faced woman, pretty, blushy little thing who sits at my table?"
"Yes. We were travelling in England at the same time, and met often at hotels."
"What did Miss Milton say about me?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes. I'm not a coward."
"She said she wondered if you were going over to our country to try and marry an American girl."
"By Jove! Well, supposing I do try, what's your opinion? Do you think I stand a good chance of bringing it off?"
"It's rather soon for me to judge."
"You seem to have made up your mind quickly about some of my other qualities. About my wanting to do things which pay, for instance."