I was born at a little place--a dear little place--in France.

My sister was born at Vienna." "So you are French," said Gertrude.
"Heaven forbid!" cried the young man.

Gertrude's eyes were fixed upon him almost insistently.

He began to laugh again.

"I can easily be French, if that will please you." "You are a foreigner of some sort," said Gertrude.
"Of some sort--yes; I suppose so.