Napier too had been wondering.
"It must be," she went on, "because you are a little less 'remote' this evening, and I am suffering from Heimweh."
In a sturdy, practical tone Napier advised her not to give way to that! In order to divert her thoughts, "What do you think of ..."—he nodded to the two on in front.
"Of what?" said Miss von Schwarzenberg, dreamily.
"Well, aren't you chaperoning your friend?"
"Chaperoning!" She came to, suddenly. Plainly she hadn't liked the word. "We are too near of an age for chaperoning."
"It's not a question of age, is it?"—Napier extricated himself quickly. "But perhaps it's only that I don't understand. I never can be quite sure about Americans."
"Exactly my feeling," Miss von Schwarzenberg struck in. "They are so old ... and yet so passionate. Oh, there's more than three thousand miles of salt water between us of the Old World and the people of the New. They're a new kind of humanity."
They found Nan and Julian alone in the hall. As Napier stopped to unshoulder the golf bag, Miss von Schwarzenberg lingered too.
"What shall you do in that miserable inn all by yourself the whole evening?" they heard Julian saying.