"Then you should have done as Stephen Grellet did," he returned, releasing her hand.
"How did he do?" she asked.
Nobody loved stories better than Marjorie.
Pushing her mother's spring rocker nearer the fire, she sat down, arranged the skirt of her dress, and, prepared herself, not to "entertain" him, but to listen.
"Did you never read about him?"
"I never even heard of him."
"Then I'll tell you something about him. His father was an intimate friend and counsellor of Louis XVI. Stephen was a French boy. Do you know who Louis XVI was?"
"No, sir."
"Do you know the French for Stephen?"
"No, sir."