"You don't mind?" said her aunt.
"Of course not."
"I thought you liked Count Tilsit."
"Oh, yes, I do," said Kathleen.
Kathleen felt that she had, against her intention, expressed disappointment, or rather that she had not expressed the necessary blend of surprise and pleasure. But as Arkright and Anikin dined with them frequently, and as she had forgotten who Count Tilsit was, this was difficult for her. Arkright was an English author, who was a friend of her aunt's, and had sufficient penetration to realize that Mrs. Knolles was something more than a woman of the world; to appreciate her fundamental goodness as well as her obvious cleverness, and to divine that Kathleen's exterior might be in some ways deceptive.
"You remember him in Florence?" said Mrs. Knolles, reverting to Count Tilsit.
"Oh, yes, the Norwegian."
"A Swede, darling, not a Norwegian."
"I thought it was the same thing," said Kathleen.
"I have got a piece of news for you," said Mrs. Knolles.