_triste_ there, one never amused one's-self."

"But I thought you had some relations there," said Graham.
"Surely I saw an uncle with you who was English?"

"Oh yes, Uncle Charles; but he never went to England either,
and he died a long time ago. I don't know of any other
relations."

"So you never talk English now, I suppose? Do you remember
telling me to speak English, because I spoke French so
funnily?"

"No," said Madelon, colouring and laughing. "How is it
possible I can have been so rude, Monsieur? I think you speak
it very well. But I have not forgotten my English, for I have
some books, and often we meet English or American gentlemen,
so that I still talk it sometimes."

"And German too," said Horace, looking at her book.

"Yes, and Italian; I learnt that last winter at Florence. We
meet a great many different people, you know, so I don't
forget."

"And you are always travelling about?"

"Yes, always; I should not like to live in one place, I think,
and papa would not like it either, he says. Do you remember
papa, Monsieur?"