All those big men, like wet ghosts, who said nothing! I think they are more interesting than women; perhaps it is because they talk less." "Perhaps it is," admitted Colville, with a sudden gravity, similar to that with which she had made the suggestion.
"You should hear the Sisters talk--when they are allowed," she said, confidentially.
"And whisper when they are not.

I can imagine it," laughed Colville.
"But now you have left all that behind, and have come out into the world--of men, one may say.

And you have begun at once with an adventure." "Yes! And we are going to Bordeaux, papa and I, until his foot is well again.

Of course, I was in despair when I was first told of it, but now that I see him I am no longer anxious.

And your messenger assured me that it was not serious." She paused to look round the cabin, to make sure that they were alone.
"How strange he is!" she said to both her hearers, in confidence, looking from one to the other with a quick, birdlike turn of the head and bright eyes.