"Have you been accustomed to the country, then?"
"Yes. When we came first from Australia I was rather delicate, and I used to live with the kind woman who took care of me after my mother's death at her brother's farm in a beautiful country on the borders of Wales. It was a delightful place. Then when I was about twelve my father thought I ought to learn something, and he put me to school in the convent. I have never been in England since; still I always fancy I am English."
"And I feel as if you were; but Mr. Lambert is American?"
"Not by birth. Tell me, did you know my father very well long ago?"
"Yes; that is, we ran some risks together. Why do you ask?"
"Because you are so unlike all his other friends."
"Indeed! Am I too English?"
"No; I cannot exactly say what the difference is, but it is very great."
Somehow these few simple words elated Glynn as though they contained the highest compliment. He restrained the reply which sprang to his lips, and changed the subject by exclaiming, "There is the river; how fine it looks in the moonlight."
"Yes, there is real harmony there."