"Well, why doesn't he kiss my hand?" said Adèle.
"Because, sweetheart, you are—were American. And—he's very punctilious—he probably thinks that a quondam citizen might have no use for such circumstance."
"I should," said Adèle. "I should just love it. I like Piers."
I looked across at my brother-in-law.
"D'you hear that?" I inquired. "She likes him."
Berry shrugged his shoulders.
"I told her not to marry you," he said.
"No, you didn't," said Adèle. "You egged me on."
"Oh, you wicked story," said Berry. "Why, I fairly spread myself on the brutality of his mouth."
"You said he was honest, sober, and hard-working."