“Good,” she said.
We went into the room full of people and Braddocks and the men at his table stood up.
“I wish to present my fiancée, Mademoiselle Georgette Leblanc,” I said. Georgette smiled that wonderful smile, and we shook hands all round.
“Are you related to Georgette Leblanc, the singer?” Mrs. Braddocks asked.
“Connais pas,” Georgette answered.
“But you have the same name,” Mrs. Braddocks insisted cordially.
“No,” said Georgette. “Not at all. My name is Hobin.”
“But Mr. Barnes introduced you as Mademoiselle Georgette Leblanc. Surely he did,” insisted Mrs. Braddocks, who in the excitement of talking French was liable to have no idea what she was saying.
“He’s a fool,” Georgette said.
“Oh, it was a joke, then,” Mrs. Braddocks said.