"Ah! By my word! there is something singular about you," said he: "you have the air of a little _nonnette_; quaint, quiet, grave, and simple, as you sit with your hands before you, and your eyes generally bent on the carpet (except, by-the-bye, when they are directed piercingly to my face; as just now, for instance); and when one asks you a question, or makes a remark to which you are obliged to reply, you rap out a round rejoinder, which, if not blunt, is at least brusque.
-Palabra que es usted rara de veras -dijo-. Está usted quieta, grave y silenciosa como una monjita, con las manos cruzadas y mirando la alfombra (excepto cuando, como ahora, me mira a la cara) y, en cambio, si se le hace alguna pregunta, sale con una contestación si no grosera, al menos brusca.