and I went on with deliberate urbanity, "I suppose you are at the studio of one of those great men."
Still he looked at me, and then he said softly, "Gérôme."
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"Do you understand French?" he said.
"Some kinds," I answered.
He kept his little eyes on me; then he said, "J'adore la peinture!"
"Oh, I understand that kind!" I rejoined. Miss Spencer laid her hand upon her cousin's arm with a little pleased and fluttered movement; it was delightful to be among people who were on such easy terms with foreign tongues. I got up to take leave, and asked Miss Spencer where, in Paris, I might have the honor of waiting upon her. To what hotel would she go?
She turned to her cousin inquiringly, and he honored me again with his little languid leer. "Do you know the Hôtel des Princes?"
"I know where it is."
"I shall take her there."
"I congratulate you," I said to Caroline Spencer. "I believe it is the best inn in the world; and in case I should still have a moment to call upon you here, where are you lodged?"
"Oh, it's such a pretty name," said Miss Spencer gleefully. "À la Belle Normande."
As I left them her cousin gave me a great flourish with his picturesque hat.
