“What!” he exclaimed, halting in his steps, “you don't take that man seriously?”
“I haven't known him long enough to take him seriously,” said Honora.
“There's a blindness about women,” he declared, “that's incomprehensible. They'll invest in almost any old thing if the certificates are beautifully engraved. If you were a man, you wouldn't trust that Frenchman to give you change for five dollars.”
“French people,” proclaimed Honora, “have a light touch of which we Americans are incapable. We do not know how to relax.”
“A light touch!” cried Mr. Spence, delightedly, “that about describes the Vicomte.”
“I'm sure you do him an injustice,” said Honora.
“We'll see,” said Mr. Spence. “Mrs. Holt is always picking up queer people like that. She's noted for it.” He turned to her. “How did you happen to come here?”
“I came with Susan,” she replied, amusedly, “from boarding-school at Sutcliffe.”
“From boarding-school!”
She rather enjoyed his surprise.