“They have made a lot of money during the war, and they don’t know how to behave. They are leaving to-morrow.”
“Thank God! Paul, are all the English like that?”
“Heavens! no,” he said. “We are very decent folk when we are not too rich. The bother is that people like that are so damnably stupid.”
She snuggled into the hollow of his arm.
“My Paul, I love this place so much. It hurts me to have such people in it.”
“Well, we will have no more. That’s very simple. I like them as little as you do.”
The girl who had come to help Manon appeared suddenly in the garden.
“Oh, madame, o-là-là, ces anglais!”
The Hoskyn family had demanded baths.
“Baths, baths for six! Do they think this is London?”