It was not that she disliked his voice, his figure, his manner, or anything about him.

He was a brave and true young man and he had rendered great service to the contemporary house of Lannes, but he was not a Frenchman.
But it seemed to Suzanne, as she served the courses and watched with an eye which nothing escaped, that Monsieur Jean the Scott was becoming a Frenchman--almost at least.

She had seen young Frenchmen act very much as the young American was acting.

The Frenchman, too, would lean forward to speak when the girl to whom he was speaking was as lovely as her Mademoiselle Julie.

No, that was impossible! None other was as lovely as her Mademoiselle Julie.