"It was on my business. And there was no other way."
"It was my business to have thought of some other way."
"Are you your sister's keeper?"
"I wish I—Look here, mademoiselle ma soeur, I'm all out of repartees. Perhaps I shall be better after breakfast. I shall be able to eat, now that I know you've forgiven me."
"I don't believe you would care if I hadn't," I exclaimed. "You are so stolid, so phlegmatic, you Englishmen!"
"Do you think so? Well, it would have been a little awkward for me to have taken you about on a sightseeing expedition this morning if we were at daggers drawn—no matter how appropriate the situation might have been to Avignon manners of the Middle Ages, when everybody was either torturing everybody else or fighting to the death."
"Are you going to take me about?"
"That's for you to say."
"Isn't it for Lady Turnour to say?"
"Sir Samuel told me last night that I shouldn't be wanted till two o'clock, as he was going to see the town with her ladyship. He wanted to know if we could sandwich in something else this afternoon, as he considered a whole day too much for one place. I suggested Vaucluse for the afternoon, as it's but a short spin from Avignon, and I just happened to mention that her ladyship might find use for you there, to follow her to the fountain with extra wraps in case of mistral. I thought, of all places you'd hate to miss Vaucluse. And we're to come back here for the night."