"And at least we're Protestants." She laughed again.

I looked up with a questioning glance.

"And at least we both hate the French," she continued.
"It's true; I have no love for them.

What then?
What can we do ?" She looked round cautiously, and, coming a little nearer to me, whispered: "Late last night I had a visitor, one who doesn't love me greatly.

What does that matter?
We row now in the same boat.