Faber looked at Maryska, and discovered that she was looking at him. Evidently she shared her father's whim of exaggeration and her curiosity as to "the stranger's" behaviour was now awake. These odd terms: "boss," "stranger," "master," picked up from the backwoods of America twenty years ago, pleased the Southern ear, and were guarded tenaciously. Maryska wished to frighten this American, and would have been delighted had she succeeded. "What shall you do if they come?" she asked him. He said, as quickly: "I should go to bed," and at that she laughed again. "And what will you do?" he asked her. She leered as she put a whole sardine into her capacious mouth. "I shall see them fight. Men are for fighting--women to see them. In your country, you have no soldiers. All the Americans talk a heap about it, but none of them have seen anything at all. You will be a great good man after this, boss!" He opened his eyes. "Why a great good man?" "Because you will have seen something that is great and good." He was very much astonished. "Do you mean that killing other men is great and good, Maryska?" Her face wore a pensive attitude, but she still had one eye upon the comestibles. "I think they are a brave people. I think it is great and good to fight for your country." "Well, wouldn't the Americans fight for theirs?" "Perhaps; I don't know. You are all too clever to think about anything but money. He says so." "Isn't money a very good thing to think about?" She looked at him with great contempt. "I was not born a shopkeeper," she said, and then, "Ask poppa and hear what he will say." He nodded his head. "Why has poppa come to Ranovica?" "To draw pictures for the papers, yes." "Is it for money?" "If he will receive it, yes; if he does not like the people he will not receive it." "Then how will you live, Maryska?" She tossed her head. "We shall live very well, sir; my father is a noble in his own country. He will not be insulted by such people; he is very proud." And then she said with a ridiculous want of gravity, "And so am I. Please to give me some of the chocolates, sir. The old Pop will eat them all."