"Oh, gosh, I do beg your pardon--" the man stammered. They both, although Susan was already ashamed of herself, laughed violently again.
"Your uncle knows my aunt," she said presently, coldly and unsmilingly.
"That's it," he said, relieved. "Quite a French sentence, 'does the uncle know the aunt'?" he grinned.
"Or 'Has the governess of the gardener some meat and a pen'?" gurgled Susan. And again, and more merrily, they laughed together.
"Lord, didn't you hate French?" he asked confidentially.
"Oh, HATE it!" Susan had never had a French lesson.
There was a short pause--a longer pause. Suddenly both spoke.
"I beg your pardon--?"
"No, you. You were first."
"Oh, no, you. What were you going to say?"