"
"You haven't dawdled so much, then, as people suppose?"
"No; that's all very well to throw people off a fellow's scent; but
you know me well enough, Dacres; and we didn't dawdle much in South
America, did we?"
"That's true, my boy; but as to this lady, what is it that makes it so
hard for you to find her? In the first place, is she an American?"
"Oh no."
"Why not?"
"Oh, accent, manner, tone, idiom, and a hundred other things. Why, of
course, you know as well as I that an American lady is as different
from an English as a French or a German lady is. They may be all
equally ladies, but each nation has its own peculiarities."
"Is she Canadian?"
"Possibly. It is not always easy to tell a Canadian lady from an
English. They imitate us out there a good deal. I could tell in the
majority of cases, but there are many who can not be distinguished
from us very easily. And Ethel may be one."
"Why mayn't she be English?"
"She may be. It's impossible to perceive any difference."
"Have you ever made any inquiries about her in England?"
"No; I've not been in England much, and from the way she talked to me
I concluded that her home was in Canada."
"Was her father an Englishman?"
"I really don't know."
"Couldn't you find out?"
"No. You see he had but recently moved to Montreal, like Willoughby;
and I could not find any people who were acquainted with him."
"He may have been English all the time."
"Yes."
"And she too."
"By Jove!"
"And she may be in England now.
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