"For my part
the loneliness is what so much appeals to me. When one has spent a busy
life travelling to and fro over the world, m'sieur, one can but
appreciate the peaceful backwaters which are so often to be found in this
very dear, very delightful England of yours. But that is not the mission
upon which I come. I have to thank you, sir, for the great kindness and
consideration you displayed to my niece yesterday."
His English was excellent, and he spoke with the clipped, careful accent
of the foreigner, which Merriton found fascinating. He had already
succumbed to something of the same thing in Antoinette. He was beginning
to enjoy himself very much indeed.
"There was no need for thanks--none at all.... What is your opinion of
the Towers, Miss Brellier?" he asked suddenly, leaning forward toward
her, anxious to change the conversation.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"That is hardly a fair question to ask!" she responded, "when I have been
in it but a matter of five minutes or more. But everything to me is
enchanting! The architecture, the furnishings, the very atmosphere--"
"Brrh! If you could have been here last night!" He gave a mock shudder
and broke it with a laugh.
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