The Frenchwoman shrugged her shoulders.
"Ce sont tous des monstres mal propres!"
"Henriette can't bear them," said Mrs. Shiffney, pushing a dried leaf of eucalyptus idly over the pavement with the point of her black-and-white parasol. "And do you know I really believe that there is a strong antipathy between West and East. I don't think Europeans and Americans really feel attracted by Arabs, except perhaps just at first because they are picturesque."
"Americans!" cried Madame Sennier. "Why, anything to do with what they call color drives them quite mad!"
"Negroes are not Arabs," said Charmian, almost warmly.
"It is all the same. Ils sont tous des monstres affreux."
"Tst! Tst! Tst!"
The voice of Jacques came up from the garden.
"What is it?"
"Tst! Tst!"