But she's straight." Gaston lit a cigar.
"Of course." He looked kindly at the girl.

"You are a weird sort, Andree, and perhaps you are right that I'm a Romany too; but I don't know where it begins and where it ends.

You are not English gipsies ?" he added, to the father.
"I lived in England when I was young.

Her mother was a Breton--not a Romany.

We're on the way to France now.