But he must speak, "Am I ?" he said.

"Forgive me, mademoiselle; I was thinking." "Of your fiancee--is it not so?
Ah! The Capitaine has his fiancee, then?
In England?
Ah, well, the girls in England do not suffer like we girls in France....

They are proud, too, the English misses.

I know, for I have been there, to--how do you call it ?--Folkestone.

They walk with the head in the air," and she tilted up her chin so comically that Peter smiled involuntarily.
"No, I do not like them," went on the girl deliberately.