"You are going home round Robin Hood's barn, aren't you?"
"Robeen Hoohd? Pardon, vill you tell me who is he en français?"
"No, I'm not proud of my French, and if mistakes must be made I would rather you made them. I meant isn't this a curious way to go to Germany, if you are tired of travel and in haste to get home?"
"I lif not in Jhermany, how could you dthink——"
"Oh, I fancied the name was German, and——"
"Yes—yes, dthe name, but——"
"And you look a little German."
"Ah, mademoiselle, look at me more, I am in nodthing like Jhermans."
I could see the tall young stranger was a bit distressed that his Teutonic cast betrayed him.
"My fadthur was Jherman—my modthur is Castilian, my home is Lima, I am Peruvian, but I am educate in France. I am cosmopolite. And you—air Frainch?"