"Oh, yes, very pretty, very animated and—chic."
"Would you call her a lady?"
"Why—er—yes."
"Aren't you sure?"
"It isn't that, but American ladies are—different."
"Why do you think she is an American?" he asked.
"I'm sure she is. I can always tell American ladies; they wear more colors than French ladies, more embroideries, more things on their hats; I've often noticed it in church. I even know them by their shiny finger nails and their shrill voices."
"Does she speak with an accent?"
"She speaks fluently, like a foreigner who has lived a long time in Paris, but she has a slight accent."
"Ah! Now give me her message again. Are you sure you remember it exactly?"