"Some of these Bohemians must be rather interesting in their way," said Mrs. Arbuthnot.
"No doubt they have some sort of a standard to which they try to conform," said I, with excellent gravity.
"Of course she is not exactly a lady. Yet in some ways she is rather nice. Doesn't look at things in the way we do, of course. Awfully unconventional in some of her ideas."
"By unconventional you mean continental, I presume?"
"No, not continental exactly. At least, I was 'finished' in Dresden, but I didn't learn anything of that kind."
"Had you been 'finished' in an Austrian circus perhaps you might have done."
"I hardly think so. They don't seem to be ideas you could pick up. I should think you would have to be born with them. They seem somehow to belong to your past—to your ancestors."
"It has not occurred to me that circus-riders were troubled with ancestors."
"Hardly, perhaps, in the sense that we mean. But there is something rather fine in their way of looking at things."
"A good type of Bohemian would you say?"