"Wait till you see it again. It's just too lovely," said Miss Sophy.

"It's the grandest country in the world," I added.

Miss Ruck began to toss her head. "Come away, my dear," she said.
"If there's a creature I despise it's a man that tries to say funny
things about his own country."

"Don't you think one can be tired of Europe?" Aurora asked,
lingering.

"Possibly--after many years."

"Father was tired of it after three weeks," said Miss Ruck.

"I have been here sixteen years," her friend went on, looking at me
with a charming intentness, as if she had a purpose in speaking. "It
used to be for my education. I don't know what it's for now."

"She's beautifully educated," said Miss Ruck. "She knows four
languages."

"I am not very sure that I know English."

"You should go to Boston!" cried Miss Sophy. "They speak splendidly
in Boston."

"C'est mon reve," said Aurora, still looking at me.