“Oh, I do!”
“I doubt it. Then, I should say that she seems to have grown up in a place where the interests are so material that a girl who was disposed to be thoughtful would be thrown back upon reading for her society more than in more intellectual centres—if there are such things. She has been so much with books that she does not feel odd in speaking of them as if they were the usual topics of conversation. It gives her a certain quaintness.”
“And that is what constitutes her charm?”
“I didn’t know that we were speaking of her charm.”
“No, that is true. But I was thinking of it. She fascinates me. Are they going to get off at Boulogne?”
“No, they are going on to Rotterdam.”
“To be sure! Boyne told me. And are you going on with them?”
“I thought we talked of my going to Paris.” Breckon looked round at her, and she made a gesture of deprecation.
“Why, of course! How could I forget? But I’m so much interested in Miss Kenton that I can’t think of anything else.”
“Not even of Miss Rasmith?”