He even laughed.

"That was good! We shall get along finely, I am sure." "Monsieur," she said, rising, "I repeat that I do not desire your company, nor to remain in the presence of your unspeakable effrontery." "I beseech you!" implored Maurice, also rising.

"I am a foreigner, lonesome, unhappy, thousands of miles from home--" "You are English ?" suddenly.

She stood with the knuckle of her forefinger on her lips as if meditating.

She sat down.
Maurice, greatly surprised, also sat down.
"English ?" he repeated.