Yes, Chastel had been a pleasant town and one could pass many days in right company in its Hotel de l'Europe.
"What are you smiling at, Mr.John ?" asked Julie.
It was the first time she had called him "Mr.John," the equivalent for his "Miss Julie," and he liked it.

But he hid his pleasure and apparently took no notice of it.
"I was seeing our hotel in times of peace," he said.

"It was a sort of mental transference, I suppose, but the place looked good to me.

It was crowded with people, many of whom were from America, and some of whom I would like to know.

I've never had a horror of tourists--in fact I think the horror of them that most people pretend to feel is a sort of affectation, a false attempt at superiority--and I always liked, when I was a sightseer myself, to come back to the hotel in the evening and meet the cheerful crowd full of chatter and gossip." "That is what I should want to do if ever I should go to America.