“Oh, they ain’t such bad-looking people,” protested Mr. Wrenn…. Just because he had induced her to stop for dinner the poor man thought his masculine superiority had been recognized.
“Oh, they’re terrible! Can’t you see it? Oh, you’re hopeless.”
“Why, that big guy—that big man with the rimless spectacles looks like he might be a good civil engineer, and I think that lady opposite him—”
“They’re Americans.”
“So’re we!”
“I’m not.”
“I thought—why—”
“Of course I was born there, but—”
“Well, just the same, I think they’re nice people.”
“Now see here. Must I argue with you? Can I have no peace, tired as I am? Those trippers are speaking of ‘quaint English flavor.’ Can you want anything more than that to damn them? And they’ve been touring by motor—seeing every inn on the road.”