French I can hardly understand myself! Keep your old drum a-goin', Uncle Remus!"
He stopped short at sight of the lone American. "Well, where in the name o' conscience did you come from?" Then he turned to call to those behind him: "Honey! Baby! Look who's here!"
The elder of the two ladies greeted Ogle as if he had been a cherished friend whom she had long warmly hoped to meet again some day. "Well, if it isn't just too wonderful to see a familiar face in a place like this!" she cried. "We thought you went on with the 'Duumvir.' We didn't dream we'd ever see you again!"
Olivia confirmed this. She had begun to blush brilliantly as soon as she saw him. "Indeed, we didn't!" she said hurriedly. "If we had, I wouldn't"
She stopped there, leaving him to comprehend that she wouldn't have insulted him if she had known his foreign destination to be the same as her own. She wasted her pains, however, for Ogle was not listening to her. He was looking at Tinker and fearing that this was going to be worse than the beggars.
