“Your sisters are well? Ah I must tell you,” his voice boomed confidently ahead into the darkness; “while I waited I have seen two of your doctors.”
“They are not doctors.”
“I had an immensely good impression. I find them both most fine English types.”
“Hm; they’re absolutely English.” She saw them coming out, singly, preoccupied, into their street. English. He standing under his lamp, a ramshackle foreigner whom they might have regarded with suspicion, taking them in with a flash of his prepared experienced brown eye.
“Abso-lutully. This unmistakable expression of humanity and fine sympathetic intelligence. Ah, it is fine.”
“I know . But they have very simple minds, they quote their opinions.”
“I do not say that you will find in the best English types a striking originality of mentality ” he exclaimed reproachfully. Her attention pounced unwillingly upon the promised explanation of her own impressions, tired in