"I'm sorry for that. I don't either. I'm told it's a fine language."
"So I believe; but how very awkward it will be not to be able to speak to any person!"
"Well, the Italian is a kind of offshoot of the Latin, and I can scrape together a few Latin words—enough to make myself understood, I do believe."
"Can you, really? How very fortunate!"
"It is somewhat providential, miss, and I hope I may succeed."
They walked on in silence now for some time. Ethel was too sad to talk, and Tozer was busily engaged in recalling all the Latin at his command. After a while he began to grow sociable.
"Might I ask, miss, what persuasion you are?"
"Persuasion?" said Ethel, in surprise.
"Yes, 'm; de-nomination—religious body, you know."
"Oh! why, I belong to the Church."