"Monsieur loves children?"
"Indeed, yes."
"Perhaps you have some of your own?"
"I am unmarried, mademoiselle."
We walked a little way in silence, I could feel my companion taking stock of me.
"Might I know the names of those to whom I am so indebted?"
"Why, of course, how stupid of me to forget--Mr. Neville, and I am Victor Stevens."
"But not English, too, surely?"
"No, I am a Rudarlian."
"Then I ought to hate you."