“And yourself,” he resumed, “would you rather be as you were then? Do you regret those days?”
“Oh, no,” she sighed, “then I was not happy either.”
“But now you will do your best to be happy, will you not?”
She gave a little laugh and shrugged her shoulders.
“One cannot force one’s happiness,” she murmured dreamily, and, involuntarily, she said it in English.
He looked at her in astonishment.
“Do you speak English?” he asked. [[289]]
“I?” she cried in French, aroused from her dream.
“Yes, you!”
“Am I speaking English?”