"You know," she said to Cowperwood, quite solemnly, the second morning, "the English don't know how to dress.

I thought they did, but the smartest of them copy the French.

Take those men we saw last night in the Cafe d'Anglais.

There wasn't an Englishman I saw that compared with them." "My dear, your tastes are exotic," replied Cowperwood, who was watching her with pleased interest while he adjusted his tie.

"The French smart crowd are almost too smart, dandified.