"I＇ve not conceived a passion for your friend," Ralph said that evening to Isabel, "though we talked some time this morning about it."
"And you said something she didn＇t like," the girl replied.
Ralph stared. "Has she complained of me?"
"She told me she thinks there＇s something very low in the tone of Europeans towards women."
"Does she call me a European?"
"One of the worst. She told me you had said to her something that an American never would have said. But she didn＇t repeat it."
Ralph treated himself to a luxury of laughter. "She＇s an extraordinary combination. Did she think I was making love to her?"