Then we started to talk to each other, in front of the auto.
"Cigarette, mademoiselle?"
"No, thank you.Oh. Yes, would you mind? It's a new experience." I puffed at the dark tobacco conscientiously, and when the man opened his door and stepped out. I followed him.
"This is a luxury," he commented."People who live here never have time to look at the view."
"It' s wonderful."
"You don' t find the sunshine too hot."
"No, I love it. I could live in the sun all the time. Are  you sure I'm not wasting your time, monsieur?"
"Is it wasting time to stand in the sunshine with a pretty girl?"
"Thank you, monsieur."
"Ah' he cried in surprise. "I was sure you would say 'nonsense' or 'flatterer'! I beleived that an Englishwoman could never accept a compliment."
"I am not English, monsieur, I am Scots."
"Ah."
"A much superior race."
"Naturally, mademoiselle."
We laughed together.