But you'll have to stir yourself, mon gars." "I've sometimes wondered--" I began doubtfully, and stopped, not knowing how she might take my questioning.
"Well, what have you wondered ?" and she peered at me with her head on one side like a robin's.
"Well--you see--she is so different from the others over there on Brecqhou." "Roses grow among thorns." "Yes, I know--" "Very well!...

All the same, you are right, mon gars.

She is different--and with reason.

Her mother was well-born.

She was daughter to old Godefroi of St.Heliers, the shipowner.