"But Suzanne and I are strong and willing! Don't lean too near that blaze, Julie! You'll set your beautiful hair on fire!"
"And so you think my hair beautiful?"
"Very beautiful."
"It's not proper for you to say so. We're not in America."
"Nor are we in France, where young girls are surrounded by triple rows of brass or steel. We're in a snowstorm on top of a high mountain in Austria. There are no conventions, and Suzanne, your guardian, is in the kitchen."
"But I can call her and she'll come."
"She'd come, I know, but you won't call her. There, our fire is blazing beautifully, and we don't have to nurse it any longer. You sit here in this chair, and I'll sit there in that chair at a respectful distance. Now you realize that we are going to be here a long time, don't you Julie?"
"Miss Julie or Mademoiselle Julie would be better and perhaps Mademoiselle Lannes would be most fitting."
"No, I've said Julie several times and as it always gives me a pleasant thrill I'm sure it's best. I intend to use it continually hereafter, except when Suzanne is present."
"You're taking a high stand, Mr. John."