You are never to talk French to me.

It is holiday-time when I am with you, and I never talk French in the holidays, except to Mademoiselle, who won't listen to English.

And won't you call me Chris?
Everyone else does." "Chris ?" he repeated after her very softly, his eyes upon her, tenderly indulgent.

"Ah! let it be Christine.

I may call you that ?" "Of course," she returned practically.