"So they dressed you in foreign clothes," he remarked. "I should like to have seen you; I should like to have known whether my girl is really Chinese. Did you like it? Would you rather wear Western clothes than your own? Shall I have them made for you?"
"Oh no," protested the girl, "they were not comfortable. I like my own clothes better."
"And the food—the taste was not pleasant, eh?"
"I couldn't eat it."
"Naturally. Yet those are small matters."
Nancy paused at last in her tale.
"Have you told me everything?" her father asked searchingly. Nancy could not meet the careful scrutiny of his eyes. "Perhaps not quite all," he suggested. "Western girls have romantic thoughts in their heads. Surely they must have asked some questions about marriage."
"They did," admitted his daughter.
Herrick insisted on every detail of a conversation so vital. Nancy was confused, but she told him everything.
"Our ways do seem shocking to them," he observed. "What did you think of Mrs. Ferris?"