“And what did you do there?”

“In school — in a young ladies’ school.”

“Did you like it?”

“Oh no — no la�fe — no life!”

“What?”

“When we go out — two and two — all together — no more. Ah, no life, no life.”

“Well, that’s a winder!” exclaimed the father. “No life in Paris! And have you found much life in England?”

“No — ah no. I don’t like it.” She made a grimace at the Vicarage.

“How long have you been in England?”