He turned over the pages idly enough at first, but suddenly paused.

He whistled softly to himself and stared at the two photographs which filled the sheet.
"By Jove!" he said softly to himself.
There was the rustling of skirts close to his table.

An unmistakably English voice addressed him.
"Is it anything very interesting?
Do show me!" He looked up.

Mademoiselle Flossie, pleased with his appearance, had paused on her way down the room.
"Come and sit down, and I'll show it you!" he said, rising.

"You're English, aren't you ?" Mademoiselle Flossie waved a temporary adieu to her friends and accepted the invitation.