"Oh, he didn't," she said.

"I am surprised that he even tried."

"But Gerard is a perfectly beautiful mechanic. You ought to see
how respectful they are to him at the garage--especially, when
there's a French car in trouble."

"They are respectful to me, too."

"That's only because you're rich," she returned.

"I own a French car and drive it myself," I said, "and--but I see
there's no use of my saying anything."

"It's genius with Gerard," she said. "It makes one solemn to
think how much he knows about gas engines."

"So that's how he did it!" I observed. "Different men have
different ways to charm, I suppose. I don't remember that looks
were his long suit."

"If you were a woman, that would be called catty."

"Oh, I don't want to detract from him," I said. "He used to dance
with wall-flowers and they said he was an angel to his sister."

"It was that sister who was the real trouble," she said
meditatively.