Stainton's French went as far as that. He nodded.
"Du nord ou du sud?"
Jim was accustomed to thinking that there was but one real America.
"The United States," said he.
"Ver' well," laughed the girl in an English prettily accented. "Your good 'ealth, sar—and the good 'ealth of mademoiselle."
She raised from the table Jim's goblet of champagne and drank a little. It was evident that her English was now exhausted.
Jim, frankly puzzled, looked at Muriel.
"What shall we do?" he wondered.
He thought that Muriel would resent the intrusion, but Muriel did not seem to resent it.
"It appears to be the custom," said Muriel again. "I suppose that we had better ask her to sit down and have some champagne."