"You looked it up--without my having asked you ?" "Ah, my dear," she laughed, "I've seen you with Bradshaw! It takes Anglo-Saxon blood." "'Blood' ?" he echoed.

"You've that of every race!" It kept her before him.

"You're terrible." Well, he could put it as he liked.

"I know the name of the inn." "What is it then ?" "There are two--you'll see.

But I've chosen the right one.