"What is he besides?"
"Nothing at all. Oh yes, he is an American; but one forgets that; he is so little of one."
"Has he known Miss Archer long?"
"No, about a fortnight."
"Does she like him?"
"Yes, I think she does."
"Is he a good fellow?"
Ralph hesitated a moment. "No, he's not," he said, at last.
"Why then does she like him?" pursued Lord Warburton, with noble naïveté.
"Because she's a woman."
Lord Warburton was silent a moment. "There are other men who are good fellows," he presently said, "and them—and them———"
"And them she likes also!" Ralph interrupted, smiling.
"Oh, if you mean she likes him in that way!" And Lord Warburton turned round again. As far as he was concerned, however, the party was broken up. Isabel remained in conversation with the gentleman from Florence till they left the church, and her English lover consoled himself by lending such attention as he might to the strains which continued to proceed from the choir.
