“You mean Monsieur Ferrand, teachin' Toddles French? Dobson, the Professor's cup.”
“I hope I shall see him again,” cooed the Connoisseur; “he was quite interesting on the subject of young German working men. It seems they tramp from place to place to learn their trades. What nationality was he, may I ask?”
Mr. Dennant, of whom he asked this question, lifted his brows, and said,
“Ask Shelton.”
“Half Dutch, half French.”
“Very interesting breed; I hope I shall see him again.”
“Well, you won't,” said Thea suddenly; “he's gone.”
Shelton saw that their good breeding alone prevented all from adding, “And thank goodness, too!”
“Gone? Dear me, it's very—”
“Yes,” said Mr. Dennant, “very sudden.”