He turned a little toward her and glanced at her with more assurance, and then with a smile.
"You're just a girl, aren't you?"
She laughed again.
"What did you think I was?"
"I didn't know," he said more slowly. "You seemed something between a Shade and a Mother-Superior."
"A very inferior Mother-Superior, Monsieur," she smiled, and then with more soberness, "I don't wonder you were perplexed. Sometimes I am a little perplexed myself----"
She halted and did not resume, and so:
"I should not be inquisitive," he said, "Your hospitality gives me no further claim----"
"What is it that you wish to know?"
"Who and what you are. Is it not natural that I should like to know to whom I am indebted----"