"Does she always talk like that?" I asked. He had hardly spoken to me,
and I felt as if I were interrupting a reverie--but I wanted to know.
"I should say she did," he answered; "I should _say_ so. But Miss
Churchill says that she has a real genius for organization. She used to
see a good deal of them, before they went to Paris, you know."
"What are they doing there?" It was as if I were extracting secrets from
a sleep-walker.
"Oh, they have a kind of a meeting place, for all kinds of Legitimist
pretenders--French and Spanish, and that sort of thing. I believe Mrs.
Granger takes it very seriously." He looked at me suddenly. "But you
ought to know more about it than I do," he said.
"Oh, we see very little of each other," I answered, "you could hardly
call us brother and sister."
"Oh, I see," he answered. I don't know what he saw. For myself, I saw
nothing.