"Gracious," Isabel exclaimed; "how many classes have they? About 昀fty, I suppose."
"Well, I don＇t know that I ever counted them. I never took much notice of the classes. That＇s the advantage of being an American here; you don＇t belong to any class."
"I hope so," said Isabel. "Imagine one＇s belonging to an English class!"
"Well, I guess some of them are pretty comfortable—especially towards the top. But for me there are only two classes: the people I trust and the people I don＇t.Of those two, my dear Isabel, you belong to the 昀rst.""I＇m much obliged to you," said the girl quickly. Her way of taking compliments seemed sometimes rather dry; she got rid of them as rapidly as possible. But as regards this she was sometimes misjudged; she was thought insensible to them, whereas in fact she was simply unwilling to show how in昀nitely they pleased her. To show that was to show too much. "I＇m sure the English are very conventional," she added.