“Very,” said I. “If I were writing a novel I’d make him the hero—or the villain.”
“He is one of the greatest nobles in Europe.”
“He looks it and acts it,” said I.
“Why, I thought him very simple and natural,” protested she.
“Exactly,” said I. “So many of the nobles I’ve met looked and acted like frauds. They seemed afraid it wouldn’t be known that they were of the aristocracy.”
“You are prejudiced,” said Edna.
“Then why do I size up Frascatoni so well?”
“You happen to like him.”
“But I don’t,” replied I.
“Of course not,” said Edna with sarcasm. “He isn’t in business.”