"Do you mean," she interrupted, "do you seriously mean that you are ignorant as to who I really am, as to any part of my history?"
"Entirely," Julien assured her.
She was thoughtful for several moments.
"Well, that is strange," she declared. "You are upsetting one of my pet theories. All the men whom I have ever known have been more curious than women. Are you interested in me, by any chance, Sir Julien?"
"Immensely," he replied.
"I am glad to hear it. Do you know, that is a great concession for me to make, but it is the truth? I like you to be interested in me. Yet I must confess that your ignorance as to who I really am astonishes me. Perhaps," she added gravely, "if you knew, you would not be sitting by my side at the present moment."
"I cannot believe," he said, smiling, "that you are such a very terrible person."
"Terrible? Perhaps that is not the word," she admitted.
"There is one thing," he went on, "concerning which I have always been curious."
"And that?"