"Your card, your address," he simply repeated.
"My address ?" said mademoiselle.

Then with a little shrug, "Happily for you, you are an American! It is the first time I ever gave my card to a gentleman." And, taking from her pocket a rather greasy porte-monnaie, she extracted from it a small glazed visiting card, and presented the latter to her patron.

It was neatly inscribed in pencil, with a great many flourishes, "Mlle.

Noemie Nioche." But Mr.Newman, unlike his companion, read the name with perfect gravity; all French names to him were equally droll.
"And precisely, here is my father, who has come to escort me home," said Mademoiselle Noemie.

"He speaks English.