She opened them again, and said "Yes."
"Well, that aint in the parlour, is he?"
"What?" said Fleda.
"One of our folks?"
"An American, you mean? No."
"I thought he wa'n't What is he?"
"He is English."
"Is he your brother?"
"No."
The young lady gave her a good look out of her large dark eyes, and remarking that "she thought they didn't look much like," left the room.