“Very probably.”
“And has such a perfect accent; that sort of purring French one only hears from a Parisian?”
“I am charmed to hear it.”
“It charmed me to hear it, I assure you. One does so long for the sounds that recall bright scenes and pleasant people: one has such a zest for the most commonplace things that bring back the memory of very happy days.”
“What a lucky Frenchman to do all this!”
“What a lucky Irish girl to have met with him!” said she, gayly.
“And how did you come to know him, may I ask?”
“George had been several times over to inquire after him, and out of gratitude Count Pracontal,—I am not sure that he is count though, but it is of no moment,—made it a point to come here the first day he was able to drive out. Mr. Longworth drove him over in his pony carriage, and George was so pleased with them both that he asked them to tea last evening, and they dine here to-day.”
“Hence these decorations?”
“Precisely.”