"I've just said you couldn't be one.

Italian?
You don't look English." For the first time the idea of exotic parentage entered Paul's head.

He dallied for a moment or two with the thought.

"I dunno what I am," he said romantically.
"Oh?
What's your father ?" The young man motioned with his head toward the inn.
"Yon's not my father," said Paul.

"It's only Barney Bill." "Only Barney Bill ?" echoed the other, amused.