“Thank you,” he said tremulously. “Thank you.”
The American girl was speaking.
“To-day,” she said, “he took me for such a lovely drive. Didn’t you, Count?”
Her host drew himself up.
“I’ af enjoy every minute,” he said most earnestly.
The girl appealed to Culloden.
“You see?” she said. “He won’t let anyone thank him. He gives us all the very time of our lives——”
“I am dull,” said Boschetto.
The girl took his arm.
“What awful rot,” she said. She turned to Culloden. “You ought to hear him on Europe. I wonder how many people in this room——”