“Like it?”
She shook her head breathlessly.
“No, but I like the way it makes me feel. I think most people are that way.”
Jim agreed.
“My daddy liked it too well. It got him.”
“American men,” said Nancy gravely, “don’t know how to drink.”
“What?” Jim was startled.
“In fact,” she went on carelessly, “they don’t know how to do anything very well. The one thing I regret in my life is that I wasn’t born in England.”
“In England?”
“Yes. It’s the one regret of my life that I wasn’t.”