CHAPTER V.
IN WHICH THE SHADES OF BROWNY AND MATEY ADVANCE AND RETIRE
"Emile is as anglomane as ever, and not a bit less a Frenchman," Weyburn said, in a tone of one who muffles a shock at the heart.
"It would be the poorer compliment to us," she rejoined.
They looked at one another; she dropped her eyelids, he looked away.
She had the grand manner by nature. She was the woman of the girl once known.
"A soldier, is he?"
"Emile's profession and mine are much alike, or will be."
"A secretary?"
Her deadness of accent was not designed to carry her opinion of the post of secretary.