“I have many rivals,” said Andree. “It is not well.”
“There is only one you, mignonne.”
“But yes, there is only one me, but there are many others. Little Arlette, thees yo’ng American girl.... I wish to know thees yo’ng American girl. I will meet her.” She nodded her head several times. “You will have her come here or we shall dine together.”
“Nothing doing!”
“Oh, what is thees you say? I do not onderstan’. Give me the dictionnaire.”
“The dictionary won’t help. I mean I won’t do it.”
“Pourquoi?”
“There you are again. Pourquoi.... Toujours pourquoi.”
“It is well to ask why many times. If one does not ask why, then many unpleasant theengs may happen. If one asks why—then one knows and can weigh the results. N’est-ce pas? I like to know where I am marching.”
“I don’t want you to meet Miss Knox, because you would not understand each other at all.”