This was the girl, then, whom his brother was hoping to marry.
"You are not English," he remarked, a little abruptly.
She shook her head.
"My father was a Portuguese," she said, "and my mother French.

I was born in England, though.

You, I suppose, have lived here all your life ?" "All my life," he repeated.

"We villagers, you see, have not much opportunity for travel." "But I am not sure," she said, looking at him a little doubtfully, "that you are a villager." "I can assure you," he answered, "that there is no doubt whatever about it.

Can you see out yonder a little house on the island there ?" She followed his outstretched finger.
"Of course I can," she answered.