I could listen to you for ages." Peter assured her that he was almost as ignorant as they, but she was shrewdly insistent.

"You read more, and you understand what you read," she said.

"Most people don't.

I know." They bought picture post-cards off a queer old woman in a peasant head-dress, and then came back to the river and sat under the shade of a line of great trees to wait for the tea the hotel had guaranteed them.
Julie now did all the talking--of South Africa, of gay adventures in France and on the voyage, and of the men she had met.

She was as frank as possible, but Peter wondered how far he was getting to know the real girl.
Tea was an unusual success for France.