"What must I say?"
"Say the truth."
"If it is the English ladies, I think them lovely."
"And the Englishmen?"
"Oh, they are all—good fellers."
He threw into the last two words an indescribable sound of half-laughing contempt.
"They are all—good fellers. Don't you think so?"
"But what does that mean?"
"Splendid chaps, madame!"
He sat up straight, and threw out his chest and thumped it.