In any case, it really doesn't matter.

I came to see you." She bit her lip, struggling hard to repress a smile.
"But I did not ask you to call upon me either," she reminded him gravely.
"Well, that's true," Lane admitted, a little hesitatingly.

"I don't quite know how things are done over here.

Say, are you English, or French, or what ?" he asked, point blank.

"I have been puzzling about that ever since I saw you." "I am not sure that my nationality matters," she observed.
"Well, over on the other side," he continued,--"I mean America, of course--if we make up our minds that we want to see something of a girl and there isn't any real reason why one shouldn't, then the initiative generally rests with the man.