“How soon may we expect you back?”
Susannah shook her finger out of the window.
“Never! We are through with Europe.”
“O!” The marquis laughed. “And how about America?”
“Dear me!” cried Susannah. “There’s no comparison!”
“So I have understood!” exclaimed the Elder gaily, glancing at the Younger.
“I don’t think you understand well enough, though,” objected Susannah. “You don’t seem to understand that, after all, people make more difference than things. And the people there are different. It isn’t just that they don’t act like monkeys the first time they see you on the beach. It isn’t that they aren’t taken in so easily, and that they don’t make such fools of themselves. They are nicer. They are kinder. They have some decency and some self-respect.”
She quite lost her climaxes in her haste to get it out, and in her smile there was something very pointed.
As for the marquis, he again made a profound bow.
“They are very superior beings, I am sure. But you seem to have been some time in coming to this conclusion.”