Violette evidently had the gift of humour, and Charley fell in with it at once.
"I hope Mademoiselle does not mind the window being open," he said.
"Not in the least as far as I am concerned," she replied. "I only hope papa and mamma will not catch cold."
"Oh, there's no fear of that. May I ask if you are going to Monte Carlo to play?"
"We are going there, certainly, but I don't think we are going to play at the Casino, if that's what you mean."
"Well, we are going there, and you bet we are going to have a shy at the tables."
Violette wondered what the expression could mean.
"How do you shy at the tables?" she asked.
"Surely you know what 'shy' means?" he said.
"Of course I do," she replied, nettled to think he imagined she didn't know English. "I know," she continued, "a girl is shy when she hangs down her head and blushes and simpers when a gentleman speaks to her, but I cannot see how one can shy at the tables at Monte Carlo—unless the crowd is so great that it makes one nervous," she added reflectively.