“Got left,—didn't he?” he said.
To this observation there was, obviously, no answer.
“I'm not very strong on foreigners,” he declared. “An American is good enough for me. And there's something about that fellow which would make me a little slow in trusting him with a woman I cared for.”
“If you are beginning to worry over Mrs. Holt,” said Honora, “we'd better walk a little faster.”
Mr. Spence's delight at this sally was so unrestrained as to cause the couple ahead to turn. The Vicomte's expression was reproachful.
“Where's Susan?” asked Mrs. Holt.
“I think she must have gone in the house,” Honora answered.
“You two seem to be having a very good time.”
“Oh, we're hitting it off fairly well,” said Mr. Spence, no doubt for the benefit of the Vicomte. And he added in a confidential tone, “Aren't we?”
“Not on the subject of the Vicomte,” she replied promptly. “I like him. I like French people.”