"
"That's where I've seen him. He was in the Service building--draughtsman,
clerk, or something. Swiss? Alsacian?"
"I don't know," replied Marshall. "He speaks German and some French."
Half unconsciously he began upon his mail. "It would be more to the
purpose if he spoke English--better."
Bingham reached for his hat. "Well, time's money to both of us. English
is an easy thing to pick up--as witness Midway. I dare say he'll be able
to express himself fluently enough inside of another six months.
Good-morning."
XI
"There!" Jane had said to herself, as he stood before her small
looking-glass to give a final touch to her hair and to pull out her
puffed sleeves to their widest for the tenth and last time; "if I can
keep in mind that I am thirty-three years old, and not a day less, I
imagine I shall get through all right. Of course I sha'n't go on the
floor and dance--at least, not very much. Perhaps nobody will ask me,
anyway; of course I can expect nothing from Theodore Brower, who couldn't
waltz any more than he could fly. No; I'll just sit in the box, and then
nobody can say that I am giddy, or flighty, or trying to be too young."
She cast a last glance towards her looking-glass, which seemed smaller
than ever. "I do wish I could see both of them at once. I hope Theodore
will like 'em; the chances are, though, he'll never notice 'em at all."
Such had been Jane's modest and cautious programme, and she carried it
out pretty closely.
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