"Why, he said he had nothing to do, and would wait till you came back. And he took his seat in a way that showed that he meant to wait. Really, I'm quite at a loss what to do. You'll have to see him, Kitty dear."
"What a strange person!" said Mrs. Willoughby. "It's so rude. And don't you know what he is? How do you know he isn't an Italian?"
"Oh, his English, you know. He speaks it perfectly, but not like an Englishman, you know, nor like a Scotchman either, or an Irishman. I wonder whether he may not be an American?"
At this Minnie started.
"Oh dear!" she said.
"What's the matter, darling?"
"An American! Oh dear! what will become of me!"
"Why," said Lady Dalrymple, "do you know him, then, after all?"
"Oh, I'm so afraid that I know him!"
"Who is it, dear?"