will send you in the automobile of my friend,” he said. “It will be better than a taxi. You don’t like the bull-fight?”
“No! Horrible!” said Kate. “But do get me a yellow taxi. That is quite safe.”
“Well, the man has gone for the automobile. You are English, yes?”
“Irish,” said Kate.
“Ah Irish!” he replied, with the flicker of a smile.
“You speak English awfully well,” she said.
“Yes! I was educated there. I was in England seven years.”
“Were you! My name is Mrs Leslie.”
“Ah Leslie! I knew James Leslie in Oxford. He was killed in the war.”
“Yes. That was my husband’s brother.”
“Oh really!”
“How small the world is!” said Kate.
“Yes indeed!” said the general.
There was a pause.
“And the gentlemen who are with you, they are—?”
“American,” said Kate.
“Ah Americans!