"French? Is she French?" asked Danvers, gazing toward Lucrèce.
"French? Is she French?" tenderly mocked Evaleen. "I told you they were French. Now I am jealous. Do you know any French girl in Gallipolis?"
"Nonsense, Evaleen! I am not a woman's man. Pardon, I don't mean that I don't like you, of course—"
"Like—don't you love me? I love you with all my heart, you dear fellow! But I love Lucrèce also, and maybe I'll let you love her just a little."
Danvers seemed embarrassed. Evaleen went on:
"We are forgetting our friends. Come, you must thank the man who saved us."
The pair hurried to where Arlington stood.
"Mr. Arlington, this is Captain Danvers."
"How, what? Have you, Warren, formed the acquaintance of—?"