"No," said Stella. "How should you know?"
"If I had been anything better than an unthinking brute, I might have guessed."
There was a moment's pause, then Stella spoke.
"Yes, it is Paradise. I had no idea England was like this, they called it the land of fogs."
"You have not seen London on a November evening," he said, with a laugh. "Most foreigners come over to England and put up at some hotel at the west-end, and judge the whole land by the London sample—very few come even so far as this. You have not been to London?"
"I passed through it," said Stella, "that is all. But I heard a great deal about it last night," she added, with a smile.
"Yes!" he said, with great interest—"last night?"
"Yes, at Mrs. Hamilton's. She was kind enough to ask me to an evening party, and one of the guests took great pains to impress me with the importance and magnificence of London."
He looked at her.