Miss Forrester: he would sit beside Miss Forrester at table.

If only they both were traveling first-class!--then she might be a great lady.

To be enamored of a countess, now--A cigar, after all, was the proper companion of bold thoughts.
At breakfast, recalling her amusement, he remained silent and wooden.

At tiffin his heart leaped.
"You speak English, I'm sure, don't you ?" Miss Forrester was saying, in a pleasant, rather drawling voice.

Her eyes were quite serious now, and indeed friendly.