"Yes, and although it is not my native tongue, I love it, as if it were."
"So did the friend from whom I learned what little I know of it, and the proverb I have just said; yet no; not quite so well as his own tongue, for he was English."
"Your emphasis would imply that you think I am not, nor am I."
"Mr. Winter used to say——"
"Winter!" he interrupted, "is he the painter who has buried himself so strangely in some monastic tomb, some old city, "en Province?""
"The same."
"Then you are the young lady Langley spoke of?"
"Yes."
"Maraviglia!"