"The un-English element in it."
Nan smiled.
"Am I too unreserved then?" she shot at him.
His grey-blue eyes smiled back at her.
"One doesn't ask reserve of a musician. He must give himself—as you do."
She flushed a little. The man's perception was unerring.
"As no Englishwoman could," he pursued. "We English aren't dramatic—it's bad form, you know."
"'We' English?" repeated Nan. "That hardly applies to you, does it?"
"My mother is French. But I'm very English in most ways," he returned quickly. Adding, with a good-humoured laugh: "I'm a disappointment to my mother."
Nan laughed with him out of sheer friendly enjoyment.