"They don't miss much by not understanding the words," Sylvia said, with a smile.
"I don't understand how a woman like you can tolerate or endure this life," Philidor exclaimed, fanatically. "Why don't you take that pretty little sister of yours out of it and back to England? I don't understand how you can stay here with your country at war."
"That's too long a story to tell you now," Sylvia said. "But between ourselves she's not really my sister."
"I never supposed she was," Philidor answered. "She's not English, either, is she?"
Sylvia looked at him sharply.
"Have you heard any one else say that?" she asked.
"Nobody else here knows English as well as I do."
The dance stopped, and Queenie, leaving her partner, came up to their table with a smile.
"You're happy, anyway," said Philidor.
"Oh yes. I'm so happy. She is so sweet to me," Queenie cried, embracing Sylvia impulsively.