“Jane Austen? I don’t like Jane Austen,” said Rachel.

"Mamma!" rang out the clear contralto notes of her childish voice, audible the whole length of the table.

‘He came to—’ said Nicholas.

“English people abroad!” she returned with a vivid flash of malice. “Ain’t they awful! But we won’t stay here,” she continued, plucking at Rachel’s arm. “Come up to my room.”