bythe
same
train
and
we
all
drove
to
the
house
together
.
They
were
having
tea
on
the
croquet
lawn
—
Lady
Westaway
and
some
other
people
,
and
the
eldest
son
's
wife
.
You
remember
what
a
fuss
there
was
when
he
married
,
how
Lady
Westaway
had
hysterics
for
three
days
.
Well
,
she
looks
as
if
she
could
have
them
again
any
moment
.
An
Attractive
Woman
Mrs.
Westaway
is
awfully
pretty
.
She
was
lying
in
a
swing
chair
,
showing
lots
of
petticoat
and
ankle
.
The
ankle
is
n't
bad
,
but
the
petticoat
had
common
lace
on
it
.
She
has
huge
turquoise
earrings
,
and
very
stick-out
hair
arranged
to
look
untidy
with
tongs
.
She
smiles
all
the
time
,
and
wears
lots
of
different
colours
.
She
calls
every
one
by
their
Christian
name
,
and
always
catches
hold
of
the
men
's
coats
,
or
fixes
their
buttonholes
or
ties
,
or
holds
their
arms
and
whispers
:
and
every
one
is
in
love
with
her
,
and
she
has
the
greatest
success
.
So
I
ca
n't
think
,
Mamma
,
why
you
have
always
told
me
never
to
do
any
of
these
things
,
when
you
want
me
to
be
a
success
so
much
.
Her
voice
is
dreadfully
shrill
,
and
such
an
odd
pronunciation
,
but
no
one
seems
to
mind
that
.
I
rather
like
her
,
she
is
so
jolly
but
some
of
the
women
of
the
party
wo
n't
speak
to
her
,
except
to
say
disagreeable
things
.
Jane
Roose
is
here
,
she
has
been
here
since
she
left
Nazeby
(
Violet
is
at
the
sea
)
,
and
she
came
up
to
my
room
as
we
were
going
to
dress
,
and
I
have
only
just
got
rid
of
her
.
She
told
me
Mrs.
Westaway
was
a
"
dreadful
creature
,
"
and
that
no
one
would
know
her
,
if
it
was
not
for
her
mother-in-law
receiving
her
,
so
they
ca
n't
help
it
.
And
she
could
not
understand
what
the
men
saw
to
admire
in
a
low
person
like
that
.
But
I
can
see
very
well
,
Mamma
,
she
is
as
pretty
as
can
be
,
and
probably
the
men
do
n't
notice
about
the
lace
being
common
,
and
all
the
colours
,
and
those
things
.
I
must
go
down
to
dinner
now
,
so
good-bye
,
dear
Mamma
.
—
Your
affectionate
daughter
,
Elizabeth
.
Hazeldene
Court
,
Thursday
,
11th
August
.
Lady
Bobby
's
Diversions
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
I
shall
be
home
with
you
almost
as
soon
as
you
get
this
.
But
I
must
tell
you
about
these
last
two
days
.
The
man
I
went
in
to
dinner
with
the
first
night
was
so
nice-looking
,
only
he
did
not
seem
as
if
he
could
collect
his
thoughts
enough
to
finish
his
sentences
,
and
it
left
them
sounding
so
silly
sometimes
,
but
I
found
out
before
we
had
begun
the
entrées
that
it
was
because
Mrs.
Westaway
was
sitting
opposite
,
and
he
was
gazing
at
her
.
She
looked
lovely
,
but
not
like
any
one
I
have
seen
yet
since
I
stayed
out
.
She
had
a
diamond
collar
and
two
ropes
of
pearls
(
Jane
Roose
said
they
were
imitation
)
,
and
her
arms
quite
bare
and
very
white
,
but
her
skin
must
come
off
,
because
I
could
see
a
patch
of
white
on
a
footman
's
coat
where
she
accidentally
touched
when
helping
herself
to
potatoes
.
She
had
a
huge
tulle
bow
in
her
hair
,
and
her
earrings
were
as
big
as
shillings
.
Lady
Bobby
Pomeroy
said
afterwards
in
the
drawing-room
to
Jane
Roose
that
she
should
not
take
any
more
of
her
meals
downstairs
with
this
"
creature
;
"
and
she
would
not
have
come
only
that
Bobby
insisted
,
as
he
was
showing
some
horses
,
and
it
is
convenient
.
And
so
,
do
you
know
,
Mamma
,
Lady
Bobby
has
never
come
out
of
her
room
since
,
except
just
to
go
to
the
Horse
Show
,
which
she
drove
to
with
Mrs.
Mannering
in
a
hired
fly
.
I
do
n't
call
it
very
polite
to
the
hostess
,
do
you
?
This
afternoon
she
amused
herself
from
her
bedroom
window
by
shooting
at
rabbits
just
beyond
the
wire
fence
of
the
lawn
with
a
rook
rifle
;
she
did
not
hit
any
rabbits
,
but
she
got
a
gardener
in
the
leg
,
and
the
man
was
very
angry
,
and
bled
a
great
deal
,
and
had
to
be
taken
away
,
and
I
think
it
was
very
careless
of
her
,
do
n't
you
?
Two
is
Company
Lord
Valmond
was
on
his
way
to
the
window
seat
where
Jane
Roose
and
I
were
sitting
the
first
night
after
dinner
,
but
Mrs.
Westaway
caught
hold
of
her
husband
's
coat-tails
as
he
passed
and
said
quite
loud
,
"
Duckie
,
you
must
bring
Lord
Valmond
and
introduce
him
to
me
,
we
have
n't
met
yet
,
and
I
want
to
know
all
your
friends
.
"
So
Billy
Westaway
,
who
is
as
obedient
as
a
spaniel
,
secured
Lord
Valmond
,
and
presently
we
saw
them
comfortably
tucked
into
a
small
settee
together
,
and
there
they
stayed
all
the
evening
.
She
kept
licking
her
lips
as
if
he
was
something
good
to
eat
,
and
the
next
morning
she
fixed
a
rose
in
his
buttonhole
at
breakfast
and
called
him
"
Cousin
Val
,
"
and
by
lunch
time
it
was
plain
"
Val
,
"
and
now
it
is
"
Harry
.
"
I
do
call
it
bad
taste
,
do
n't
you
,
Mamma
?
and
she
is
n't
half
so
pretty
in
broad
daylight
,
and
I
do
n't
like
her
at
all
now
.
Only
I
ca
n't
help
laughing
at
Lady
Westaway
's
face
when
"
Phyllis
"
(
that
is
Mrs.
Westaway
's
name
)
says
anything
especially
vulgar
;
Lady
Westaways
shudders
,
and
takes
a
huge
sniff
at
her
smelling
salts
.
She
keeps
them
always
with
her
in
a
long
gold-topped
bottle
,
and
she
has
to
use
them
almost
every
few
minutes
when
Mrs.
Westaway
is
in
the
room
.
The
Horse
Show
was
rather
nice
;
it
is
held
in
the
park
fairly
close
,
and
most
of
us
strolled
there
in
the
morning
before
lunch
to
see
the
judging
.
Lord
Valmond
joined
us
,
I
was
walking
with
Lord
George
Lane
(
you
remember
he
was
one
of
the
Eleven
at
Nazeby
)
.
I
was
in
a
very
good
temper
,
Mamma
,
and
we
had
been
laughing
at
everything
we
said
.
He
is
quite
a
nice
idiot
,
but
,
when
Lord
Valmond
came
,
of
course
I
talked
as
stiffly
as
possibly
,
and
presently
Lord
George
told
him
that
he
was
singularly
backward
in
copybook
maxims
,
and
that
there
was
one
he
ought
to
write
out
and
commit
to
memory
,
and
it
began
with
"
Two
's
Company
,
"
upon
which
Lord
Valmond
stalked
on
in
a
rage
.
The
seats
at
the
show
were
very
hard
boards
,
and
the
sun
made
one
awfully
drowsy
;
but
about
half-an-hour
before
lunch
Lord
Valmond
came
up
again
,
and
asked
me
if
I
should
not
like
to
go
for
a
turn
.
I
thought
I
had
better
,
so
as
not
to
get
cramp
.
He
said
he
had
been
afraid
he
would
never
get
the
chance
of
speaking
to
me
,
I
was
always
so
surrounded
.
I
told
him
I
had
only
come
now
because
of
the
cramp
.
I
am
quite
determined
,
Mamma
,
not
to
unbend
to
him
at
all
.
I
was
not
once
agreeable
,
or
anything
but
stiff
and
snubbing
,
and
I
am
sure
he
has
never
been
treated
like
that
before
,
but
it
is
awfully
hard
work
keeping
it
up
all
the
time
,
and
when
we
got
in
to
lunch
I
was
quite
tired
.
On
the
Lake
There
were
numbers
of
people
at
the
show
in
the
afternoon
,
and
all
in
their
best
clothes
.
Lady
Grace
Fenton
was
showing
two
of
her
hunters
,
and
she
kept
shouting
to
the
grooms
,
and
I
did
not
think
it
was
very
attractive
behaviour
.
She
takes
such
strides
you
would
think
her
muslin
dress
would
split
.
I
do
n't
know
why
it
is
that
so
many
people
in
the
country
are
ugly
and
weather-beaten
,
and
all
their
clothes
hanging
wrong
.
Except
the
house
party
here
,
and
a
few
from
other
big
places
,
there
was
not
a
pretty
person
to
be
seen
.
We
had
a
special
reserved
tent
for
tea
,
and
Mrs.
Westaway
seemed
to
have
every
man
in
the
place
round
her
,
and
I
heard
one
man
come
up
and
say
,
"
Well
,
Phyllis
,
this
is
a
joke
to
find
you
in
this
respectable
hole
;
how
do
you
like
solid
matrimony
,
old
girl
?
"
and
I
do
think
that
sounded
familiar
and
rude
,
do
n't
you
,
Mamma
?
but
Mrs.
Westaway
was
n't
a
bit
angry
.
She
calls
Billy
"
Duckie
,
"
and
continually
pats
and
caresses
him
;
he
does
look
such
a
fool
,
and
I
should
hate
to
be
fingered
like
that
if
I
were
a
man
,
one
must
feel
like
a
bunch
of
grapes
with
the
bloom
being
rubbed
off
.
Mrs.
Westaway
kept
Lord
Valmond
with
her
all
the
rest
of
the
time
at
the
show
,
and
then
took
him
on
the
lake
while
we
played
croquet
.
Lady
Bobby
went
straight
to
her
room
and
sat
by
the
window
,
and
every
now
and
then
shouted
advice
to
Lord
George
who
was
playing
with
me
.
When
we
had
finished
,
Lady
Westaway
took
me
to
see
the
conservatories
,
and
there
we
were
joined
by
old
Colonel
Blake
and
Lord
Valmond
,
I
do
n't
know
how
he
had
torn
himself
away
from
Mrs.
Westaway
!
Jane
Roose
says
Mrs.
Smith
would
be
mad
if
she
was
here
.
He
asked
me
why
I
had
walked
on
ahead
so
fast
on
the
way
back
from
the
Show
as
he
wanted
me
to
go
on
the
lake
with
him
instead
of
Mrs.
Westaway
.
When
he
had
suggested
going
on
it
he
had
looked
at
me
,
but
I
would
take
no
notice
,
and
so
he
was
obliged
to
go
with
Mrs.
Westaway
when
she
offered
to
come
,
and
I
was
very
unkind
and
disagreeable
.
I
just
said
if
he
found
me
so
,
he
need
not
speak
to
me
at
all
,
I
did
not
care
.
We
looked
at
one
another
like
two
wild
cats
for
a
moment
.
I
am
sure
he
wanted
to
slap
me
,
and
I
should
like
to
have
scratched
him
,
and
then
Lady
Westaway
diverted
the
conversation
by
asking
me
if
I
thought
I
should
enjoy
my
French
visit
(
how
every
one
knows
one
's
affairs
!
)
.
I
said
I
hoped
I
should
,
and
I
was
starting
next
week
.
Lord
Valmond
at
once
pricked
up
his
ears
,
and
said
he
would
be
running
over
to
Paris
about
then
,
as
he
was
not
going
to
Scotland
till
September
,
and
he
hoped
I
would
let
him
look
after
me
on
the
way
.
I
said
I
did
not
know
which
day
I
was
going
,
probably
Wednesday
,
so
as
I
am
starting
on
Monday
,
Mamma
,
there
will
be
no
chance
of
his
coming
with
me
,
which
would
annoy
you
very
much
I
am
sure
.
To-day
we
have
done
nothing
but
loll
about
and
play
croquet
.
Lady
Bobby
and
the
men
and
some
other
women
went
to
the
Show
again
in
the
morning
,
but
I
was
having
a
match
with
Jane
Roose
,
and
so
we
did
not
bother
to
go
.
Paul
and
Virginia
This
afternoon
when
Lady
Bobby
began
her
rabbit
shooting
it
seemed
so
dangerous
on
the
croquet
lawn
,
especially
after
she
hit
the
gardener
,
that
we
all
went
on
the
lake
in
the
launch
.
We
landed
on
the
island
,
and
somehow
or
other
Lord
Valmond
and
I
got
left
alone
in
the
Belvedere
looking
at
the
view
.
The
others
went
off
without
us
,
which
made
me
furious
,
as
I
am
sure
he
did
it
on
purpose
.
But
when
I
accused
him
of
it
,
he
said
such
a
thing
would
never
have
entered
his
head
.
He
had
a
nasty
smile
all
the
time
in
the
corner
of
his
eye
,
and
did
not
take
the
least
pains
about
trying
to
undo
the
other
little
boat
which
we
found
at
last
,
although
I
kept
telling
him
we
should
be
late
for
dinner
.
He
said
he
wished
we
had
not
to
go
back
at
all
,
that
he
thought
we
should
be
very
happy
together
on
this
little
island
like
Paul
and
Virginia
.
I
ca
n't
tell
you
,
Mamma
,
what
a
temper
I
was
in
.
The
Hardships
of
a
Marquis
I
wish
I
had
never
met
him
—
or
that
he
had
not
been
rude
at
Nazeby
—
it
is
so
difficult
to
behave
with
dignity
when
a
person
has
a
nice
voice
and
makes
you
laugh
,
although
you
are
awfully
cross
with
him
inside
.
Then
I
have
to
be
thinking
all
the
time
about
my
dimple
not
to
let
it
come
out
,
as
that
is
what
caused
his
rudeness
,
and
with
one
thing
and
another
it
upsets
me
so
,
that
my
cheeks
are
always
burning
when
I
am
with
him
,
and
I
feel
as
if
I
should
like
to
box
his
ears
or
cry
;
and
I
hope
after
to-morrow
I
shall
never
see
him
again
.
He
rowed
so
slowly
when
we
did
get
into
the
boat
that
I
offered
to
do
it
,
but
he
would
not
let
me
.
I
would
not
talk
to
him
at
all
.
When
we
got
to
the
landing
I
jumped
out
so
that
he
should
not
help
me
,
and
gave
my
head
a
crack
against
the
pole
in
the
boat
house
.
I
fancied
I
heard
him
saying
,
"
Darling
!
have
you
hurt
yourself
?
What
a
brute
I
am
to
tease
you
!
"
but
I
did
not
wait
for
any
more
.
I
ran
to
the
house
as
fast
as
I
could
,
and
as
he
had
to
tie
up
the
boat
,
I
was
just
getting
into
the
hall
when
he
caught
me
up
.
My
head
hurt
dreadfully
,
and
I
was
so
tired
and
cross
,
and
everything
,
that
the
tears
would
come
into
my
eyes
.
I
did
not
want
him
to
see
,
but
I
am
afraid
he
did
,
so
before
he
could
speak
I
rushed
on
again
and
got
safely
to
my
room
.
I
am
sure
it
is
very
rude
to
call
people
"
darling
"
without
their
leave
,
is
n't
it
,
Mamma
?
I
went
in
to
dinner
with
a
sporting
curate
who
lives
near
,
and
he
kept
making
his
bread
into
crumbs
on
the
cloth
and
then
sweeping
them
up
with
his
knife
into
a
heap
,
between
every
course
.
What
strange
habits
people
have
!
After
dinner
Mrs.
Westaway
took
Lord
Valmond
and
sat
in
the
window
seat
,
and
when
he
did
get
away
,
and
was
coming
over
to
me
,
I
said
my
head
was
aching
from
the
knock
I
gave
it
,
and
came
up
to
bed
,
and
as
he
has
to
catch
an
early
train
in
the
morning
I
sha
n't
come
down
until
he
has
gone
.
I
do
n't
want
to
see
him
any
more
,
it
is
too
fatiguing
quarrelling
all
the
time
,
and
one
could
not
forgive
him
and
be
friends
I
suppose
after
such
behaviour
as
his
at
Nazeby
—
could
one
,
Mamma
?
Now
good-night
;
I
am
sleepy
.
—
Your
affectionate
daughter
,
Elizabeth
.
P.S.
—
I
should
hate
to
be
a
marquis
always
having
to
take
the
hostess
in
to
dinner
no
matter
how
old
and
ugly
she
is
,
just
because
a
duke
is
n't
present
.
CHÂTEAU
DE
CROIXMARE
Château
De
Croixmare
,
16th
August
.
A
Formidable
Godmother
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
What
a
crossing
we
had
,
perfectly
disgusting
!
The
sky
was
without
a
cloud
,
but
such
a
wind
that
every
one
was
sick
,
so
one
could
not
enjoy
oneself
.
Agnès
became
rapidly
French
too
directly
we
landed
at
Dieppe
,
and
the
carriage
was
full
of
stuffy
people
,
who
would
not
have
a
scrap
of
window
open
;
however
,
Jean
was
waiting
for
us
at
Paris
.
We
snatched
some
food
at
the
restaurant
,
and
then
caught
the
train
to
Vinant
.
Jean
is
quite
good-looking
,
but
with
an
awfully
respectable
expression
.
Any
one
could
tell
he
was
married
even
without
looking
at
his
wedding
ring
.
He
was
polite
,
and
made
conversation
all
the
time
in
the
train
,
and
as
the
engine
kept
puffing
and
shrieking
I
was
obliged
to
continually
say
"
Pardon
?
"
so
it
made
it
rather
heavy
.
I
think
he
has
changed
a
good
deal
since
their
wedding
—
let
me
see
—
that
must
be
eight
years
ago
,
as
I
was
nine
then
;
I
hardly
remembered
him
.
Godmamma
was
waiting
for
us
in
the
hall
when
we
arrived
.
Château
de
Croixmare
is
a
nice
place
,
but
I
am
glad
I
am
not
French
.
It
was
the
hottest
night
of
the
year
almost
,
and
not
a
breath
of
air
in
the
house
,
every
shutter
closed
and
the
curtains
drawn
.
Héloise
had
gone
to
bed
with
a
migraine
,
Godmamma
explained
,
but
Victorine
was
there
.
She
has
grown
up
plain
,
and
looks
much
more
than
five
years
older
than
me
.
They
were
n't
in
evening
dress
,
or
even
tea-gowns
like
in
England
—
it
did
seem
strange
.
Mme
.
de
Croixmare
looks
a
dragon
!
I
ca
n't
think
how
poor
papa
insisted
upon
my
having
such
a
godmother
.
Her
face
is
quite
white
,
and
her
hair
so
black
and
drawn
off
her
forehead
,
and
she
has
a
bristly
moustache
.
She
is
also
very
up
right
and
thin
,
and
walks
with
an
ebony
stick
,
and
her
voice
is
like
a
peacock
's
.
She
looked
me
through
and
through
,
and
I
felt
all
my
French
getting
jumbled
,
and
it
came
out
with
such
an
English
accent
;
and
after
we
had
bowed
a
good
deal
,
and
said
heaps
of
Ollendorfish
kind
of
sentences
,
I
was
given
some
"
sirop
"
and
water
,
and
conducted
to
bed
by
Victorine
.
She
is
a
big
dump
with
a
shiny
complexion
,
and
such
a
very
small
mouth
,
and
I
am
sure
I
shall
hate
her
,
she
is
n't
a
bit
good-natured-looking
like
Jean
.
The
house
is
really
fine
Louis
XV
.
,
and
my
bedroom
and
cabinet
de
toilette
are
delicious
,
so
is
my
bed
;
but
the
attitude
of
Agnès
—
such
a
conscious
pride
in
the
superiority
of
France
—
nearly
drove
me
mad
.
There
is
n't
a
decent
dressing-table
mirror
,
only
one
in
an
old
silver
frame
about
eight
inches
square
,
and
that
is
sitting
on
the
writing-table
—
or
what
would
be
the
writing-table
,
if
there
happened
to
be
any
pens
and
things
,
which
there
are
n't
.
All
the
hanging
places
open
out
of
the
panels
of
the
wall
,
there
are
no
wardrobes
,
only
beautiful
marble-topped
bureaux
;
but
I
was
so
tired
.
A
French
Family
at
Home
I
left
Agnès
to
settle
everything
and
jumped
into
bed
.
This
morning
I
woke
early
,
and
had
the
loveliest
cup
of
chocolate
,
but
such
a
silly
bath
,
and
almost
cold
water
.
There
are
no
housemaids
,
and
nothing
is
done
with
precise
regularity
like
at
home
,
although
they
are
so
rich
.
Agnès
had
to
fish
for
everything
of
that
sort
herself
,
and
such
a
lot
of
talking
went
on
in
the
passage
between
her
and
the
valet
de
chambre
,
before
I
even
got
this
teeny
tiny
tray
to
splash
in
.
However
,
I
did
get
dressed
at
last
,
and
went
for
a
walk
in
the
garden
—
not
a
soul
about
but
a
few
gardeners
.
The
begonias
are
magnificent
,
but
there
is
no
look
of
park
beyond
the
garden
,
or
nice
deer
and
things
that
we
would
have
for
such
a
house
in
England
.
It
is
more
like
a
sort
of
big
villa
.
I
saw
Jean
at
last
in
the
distance
,
going
round
and
round
a
large
pond
on
his
bicycle
.
He
did
look
odd
!
in
a
thick
striped
jersey
,
and
the
tightest
knickerbockers
;
almost
as
low
as
a
"
scorcher
.
"
He
jumped
off
and
made
a
most
polite
bow
,
and
explained
he
was
doing
it
for
exercise
.
But
I
do
think
that
an
idiotic
reason
—
do
n't
you
,
Mamma
?
It
would
be
just
as
much
exercise
on
a
road
.
However
,
he
assured
me
that
,
like
that
,
he
knew
exactly
how
many
miles
he
went
on
the
flat
before
breakfast
,
so
I
suppose
it
was
all
right
.
I
saw
he
wanted
to
continue
his
ride
,
so
I
walked
on
,
and
presently
came
to
a
summer-house
,
where
Victorine
and
the
dame
de
compagnie
were
doing
their
morning
reading
.
There
were
also
the
two
little
girls
building
castles
out
of
a
heap
of
sand
,
and
with
them
the
most
hideous
German
maid
you
ever
saw
.
They
are
queer-looking
little
monkeys
,
Yolande
is
like
Jean
,
but
Marie
—
there
are
three
years
between
them
—
is
as
black
as
ink
—
but
where
was
I
?
Oh
,
yes
!
--well
,
by
this
time
I
was
so
hungry
I
could
have
eaten
them
,
German
bonne
and
all
!
Fortunately
Godmamma
turned
up
,
and
we
strolled
back
to
déjeûner
.
Héloise
was
in
the
salon
,
and
she
is
charming
,
such
a
contrast
to
the
rest
of
the
party
.
She
was
beautifully
dressed
and
so
chic
.
We
took
to
each
other
at
once
,
she
has
not
picked
up
that
solid
married
look
like
Jean
,
so
perhaps
it
is
only
the
husbands
who
get
it
in
France
.
There
was
a
good
deal
of
ceremony
going
in
to
breakfast
.
Jean
gave
his
mother
his
arm
,
and
we
trotted
behind
.
The
dining-room
is
a
perfect
room
,
except
there
is
no
carpet
,
and
the
food
was
lovely
,
only
I
do
hate
to
see
a
great
hand
covered
with
a
white
cotton
glove
,
plopping
a
dish
down
on
the
lighted
thing
in
the
middle
,
so
that
one
has
to
look
at
the
next
course
all
the
time
one
is
finishing
the
last
one
.
The
way
in
which
the
two
little
monkeys
and
the
German
maid
devoured
their
breakfast
quite
took
one
's
appetite
away
.
There
seemed
to
be
numbers
of
men-servants
,
who
wore
white
cotton
gloves
,
and
their
liveries
buttoned
up
to
the
throat
,
which
takes
away
that
nice
clean-shirt-look
of
our
servants
at
home
.
French
Servants
This
afternoon
we
are
going
to
pay
a
visit
of
ceremony
to
the
Comte
and
Comtesse
de
Tournelle
;
we
are
going
with
them
on
their
yacht
down
the
Seine
to-morrow
.
It
is
Jean
and
Héloise
who
have
arranged
to
take
me
—
it
is
kind
of
them
,
and
it
will
be
fun
;
and
I
am
glad
it
is
not
considered
proper
for
young
French
girls
to
go
without
their
mothers
,
because
we
shall
get
rid
of
Victorine
,
and
the
voyage
will
be
more
agreeable
.
Agnès
and
the
other
maids
and
valets
are
going
by
train
,
and
will
meet
us
with
the
luggage
at
the
different
places
we
stop
at
each
night
,
as
the
Sauterelle
is
too
small
to
carry
everything
.
I
must
go
and
get
ready
now
,
so
good-bye
,
dear
Mamma
.
—
Your
affectionate
daughter
,
Elizabeth
.
YACHT
"
SAUTERELLE
"
Yacht
Sauterelle
,
17th
August
.
Yacht
"
Sauterelle
"
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
I
am
writing
as
we
float
down
the
Seine
,
it
is
too
enchanting
.
We
are
a
party
of
ten
.
The
Comte
and
Comtesse
de
Tournelle
;
her
mother
,
the
Baronne
de
Larnac
,
and
her
uncle
,
the
Baron
de
Frémond
,
Jean
,
Héloise
,
and
me
;
the
Marquise
de
Vermondoise
,
and
two
young
men
,
officers
in
the
Cavalry
,
stationed
at
Versailles
.
One
is
the
Vicomte
Gaston
de
la
Trémors
,
and
the
other
's
name
is
so
long
that
I
ca
n't
get
it
,
so
you
must
know
him
by
"
Antoine
"
—
he
is
some
sort
of
a
relation
of
Héloise
's
.
The
Baronne
is
a
delightful
person
,
the
remains
of
extreme
good
looks
and
distinction
.
She
was
a
beauty
under
the
Empire
,
and
her
feet
are
so
small
,
she
is
just
as
soignée
as
if
she
was
young
,
and
so
vain
and
human
.
She
lives
with
her
daughter
while
they
are
in
the
country
—
it
seems
the
custom
here
,
these
huge
family
parties
living
together
all
the
summer
.
A
Visit
of
Ceremony
The
young
people
have
their
appartement
in
the
Champs
Elysées
in
Paris
,
and
the
old
ones
go
to
the
family
hotel
in
the
Faubourg
St.
Germain
.
We
did
say
a
lot
of
polite
things
when
we
went
to
pay
our
visit
yesterday
,
and
although
they
know
one
another
so
well
—
as
it
was
a
"
visit
of
ceremony
"
to
introduce
me
—
we
all
had
our
best
clothes
on
,
and
sat
in
the
large
salon
—
(
there
are
four
Louis
XVI
.
arm
chairs
,
sticking
out
each
side
of
the
fireplaces
,
in
all
the
salons
here
)
.
Héloise
and
the
Comtesse
de
Tournelle
are
great
friends
.
The
Comte
de
Tournelle
is
charming
,
he
is
like
the
people
in
the
last
century
Memoirs
,
he
ought
to
have
powdered
hair
,
and
his
manners
have
a
distinction
and
a
wit
quite
unlike
anything
in
England
.
One
can
see
he
is
descended
from
people
who
had
their
heads
cut
off
for
being
aristocrats
.
Jean
says
he
does
not
belong
to
le
Sporting
,
and
is
fearfully
effeminate
.
He
ca
n't
even
put
on
his
own
socks
without
his
valet
,
and
he
never
rides
or
bicycles
or
anything
,
but
just
does
a
little
motor-carring
,
and
fights
a
few
duels
.
The
Comtesse
de
Tournelle
is
small
and
young
and
rather
dull
;
she
reads
a
great
deal
.
The
old
boy
,
the
Baron
de
Frémond
(
he
owns
the
Sauterelle
)
is
a
jolly
old
soul
,
and
chaffs
his
sister
and
niece
,
and
every
one
,
all
the
time
,
and
thinks
it
so
funny
to
talk
fearful
English
.
The
two
young
men
have
n't
looked
at
me
much
.
They
are
in
uniform
!
and
they
put
their
heels
together
and
bowed
deeply
when
they
were
introduced
,
but
we
have
n't
spoken
yet
.
The
Marquise
de
Vermondoise
is
perfectly
lovely
,
so
fascinating
,
with
such
a
queer
deep
voice
,
and
one
tooth
at
the
side
of
the
front
missing
;
and
her
tongue
keeps
getting
in
there
when
she
speaks
,
which
gives
her
a
kind
of
lisp
,
and
it
is
awfully
attractive
.
I
think
de
Tournelle
would
like
to
kiss
her
,
by
the
way
he
looked
at
her
when
she
thanked
him
for
handing
her
on
board
.
The
Invaluable
Hippolyte
It
is
a
steam
yacht
with
a
wee
cabin
,
and
a
deck
above
that
,
with
seats
looking
out
each
side
,
like
old
omnibuses
,
and
in
the
stern
(
if
that
means
the
back
part
)
are
the
sailors
and
the
engines
,
and
the
oddest
arrangement
of
cooking
apparatus
.
You
should
just
taste
the
exquisite
breakfasts
that
Hippolyte
(
the
Baronne
de
Larnac
's
maître
d'hôtel
)
cooked
for
us
this
morning
after
we
started
.
He
is
the
queerest
creature
,
with
a
face
like
a
baboon
,
and
side
whiskers
,
and
the
rest
a
deep
blue
from
shaving
.
The
Baronne
says
she
could
not
live
without
him
;
he
is
a
splendid
cook
,
and
a
perfect
femme
de
chambre
,
and
ready
for
anything
.
He
is
much
more
familiar
than
we
should
ever
let
a
servant
be
in
England
.
It
was
rough
all
the
morning
,
quite
waves
.
The
Seine
is
only
half
a
mile
from
the
Château
de
Croixmare
,
and
runs
past
the
Tournelles
'
garden
,
so
they
have
a
private
landing
stage
,
and
we
all
embarked
from
there
.
Jean
and
the
Comte
are
dressed
in
beautiful
English
blue
serges
,
and
look
neat
enough
to
be
under
a
glass
case
.
The
old
Baron
does
not
care
what
he
wears
,
and
this
morning
while
he
was
working
with
the
sailors
had
on
a
black
Sunday
coat
!
The
Baronne
kept
screaming
when
the
boat
rocked
a
little
.
"
Nous
ferons
naufrage
!
Mon
Dieu
!
Mon
Dieu
!
"
and
the
Vicomte
tried
to
comfort
her
,
but
she
did
not
stop
till
Hippolyte
popped
his
head
out
of
the
cabin
and
said
,
"
Pas
de
danger
!
et
il
ne
faut
pas
que
Mme
.
la
Baronne
fasse
la
Bebête
!
"
At
déjeûner
we
had
only
one
plate
each
,
and
one
knife
and
fork
.
It
was
so
windy
we
could
not
have
it
under
the
awning
in
the
bows
,
and
the
cabin
is
so
narrow
that
the
seats
are
against
the
wall
,
and
the
table
in
the
middle
.
No
one
can
pass
to
wait
,
so
between
the
courses
we
washed
our
plates
in
the
Seine
,
out
of
the
window
.
It
was
gay
!
They
are
all
so
witty
,
but
it
is
not
considered
correct
to
talk
just
to
one
's
neighbour
,
a
conversation
à
deux
.
Everything
must
be
general
,
so
it
is
a
continual
sharpening
of
wits
,
and
one
has
to
shout
a
good
deal
,
as
otherwise
,
with
every
one
talking
at
once
,
one
would
not
be
heard
.
I
know
French
pretty
well
as
you
know
,
but
they
say
a
lot
of
strange
things
I
ca
n't
understand
,
and
whenever
I
answer
or
ask
why
,
they
go
into
fits
of
laughter
and
say
,
"
Est
elle
gentille
l'enfant
!
hein
!
"
We
are
going
to
stop
at
the
next
small
village
to
post
the
letters
,
so
good-bye
,
dear
Mamma
.
—
Your
affectionate
daughter
,
Elizabeth
.
P.S.
—
I
hope
you
wo
n't
get
muddled
,
Mamma
,
with
all
their
names
,
it
takes
so
long
writing
the
whole
thing
,
so
please
remember
Mme
.
de
Larnac
is
the
"
Baronne
,
"
Monsieur
de
Frémond
is
the
"
Baron
,
"
Monsieur
de
Tournelle
is
the
"
Comte
,
"
Mme
.
de
Tournelle
is
the
"
Comtesse
,
"
Mme
.
de
Vermondoise
is
the
"
Marquise
,
"
Monsieur
de
la
Trémors
is
the
"
Vicomte
,
"
and
"
Antoine
"
is
the
other
officer
.
So
if
I
have
n't
always
time
to
put
their
names
you
will
know
now
which
they
are
.
Vernon
,
Yacht
Sauterelle
,
Thursday
morning
.
Vernon
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
The
scenery
we
came
through
yesterday
is
quite
beautiful
,
but
I
did
not
pay
so
much
attention
to
it
as
I
might
have
done
,
because
Jean
and
the
Comte
would
talk
to
me
.
You
would
be
amused
at
Vernon
,
where
we
stayed
the
night
in
such
an
inn
!
I
believe
it
is
the
only
one
in
the
place
,
and
as
old
as
the
hills
.
You
get
at
the
bedrooms
from
an
open
gallery
that
runs
round
the
courtyard
,
and
that
smells
of
garlic
and
stables
.
We
got
here
about
six
,
and
started
en
masse
to
inspect
the
rooms
.
Hippolyte
had
engaged
them
beforehand
,
and
seemed
rather
apologetic
about
them
,
and
finally
,
when
there
did
not
appear
half
enough
to
go
round
,
he
shrugged
his
shoulders
almost
up
to
his
ears
and
said
,
"
Que
voulez
vous
!
"
and
that
"
Ces
Messieurs
"
would
have
to
be
"
très
bourgeois
en
voyage
,
"
and
that
there
was
nothing
for
it
but
that
Mme
.
la
Comtesse
de
Tournelle
should
"
partager
l'appartement
de
Monsieur
le
Comte
de
Tournelle
,
"
and
that
Monsieur
le
Comte
de
Croixmare
would
have
to
extend
like
hospitality
to
Mme
.
la
Comtesse
de
Croixmare
.
This
caused
shrieks
of
derision
.
Héloise
said
she
would
prefer
to
sleep
on
the
dining-room
table
,
and
"
Antoine
"
said
he
thought
people
ought
to
be
a
little
more
careful
of
their
reputations
even
en
voyage
.
Finally
they
unearthed
a
baby
's
cot
in
the
room
that
Hippolyte
had
designed
for
the
Croixmare
menage
,
and
de
Tournelle
said
it
was
the
very
thing
for
me
,
but
Jean
replied
,
"
Mon
cher
ami
c'est
une
Bébé
beaucoup
trop
emoustillante
,
"
which
I
thought
very
rude
,
just
as
if
I
snored
,
or
something
dreadful
like
that
.
Then
,
after
a
further
prowl
,
a
fearful
little
hole
was
discovered
beyond
,
with
no
curtains
to
the
windows
,
or
blinds
,
or
shutters
,
just
a
scrap
of
net
.
The
face
of
Agnès
when
she
saw
it
!
A
Necessary
Precaution
Dinner
was
not
until
seven
,
so
Jean
and
I
went
out
for
a
walk
;
as
Hippolyte
advised
us
to
try
and
find
a
chemist
and
buy
some
flea
powder
.
"
Je
trouverai
ça
plus
prudent
,
"
he
said
.
Jean
is
getting
quite
natural
with
me
now
,
and
is
n't
so
awfully
polite
.
The
chemist
took
us
for
a
honeymoon
couple
(
as
,
of
course
,
if
I
had
been
French
I
could
not
have
gone
for
a
walk
with
Jean
alone
)
.
He
—
the
chemist
—
was
so
sympathetic
,
he
had
only
one
packet
of
powder
left
,
he
said
,
as
so
much
was
required
by
the
voyageurs
and
inhabitants
that
he
was
out
of
it
(
that
did
not
sound
a
pleasant
prospect
for
our
night
)
—
"
Mais
,
madame
"
(
that
's
me
)
,
"
n'est
pas
assez
grasse
pour
les
attirer
,
"
he
added
by
way
of
consolation
.
It
was
spitting
with
rain
when
we
got
back
,
and
they
all
made
such
a
fuss
for
fear
I
had
got
wet
,
and
they
would
not
for
worlds
stir
out
of
doors
to
see
the
church
or
anything
,
which
I
heard
is
very
picturesque
.
We
had
such
an
amusing
dinner
,
the
food
was
wonderful
,
considering
the
place
,
but
a
horrible
cloth
and
pewter
forks
and
spoons
.
There
were
two
officiers
at
another
table
(
only
infantry
)
,
and
they
were
so
interested
in
our
party
.
Close
Quarters
"
Antoine
"
sat
next
to
me
,
and
in
a
pause
in
the
general
conversation
he
said
to
me
(
it
is
the
first
time
he
has
addressed
me
directly
)
,
"
Il
fait
mauvais
temps
,
mademoiselle
.
"
I
have
heard
him
saying
all
kinds
of
drôle
things
to
the
others
,
so
it
shows
he
can
be
quite
intelligent
.
It
is
just
because
I
am
not
married
I
suppose
,
so
I
said
that
is
what
English
people
always
spoke
about
—
the
weather
—
and
I
wanted
to
hear
something
different
in
France
.
He
seemed
perfectly
shocked
,
and
hardly
spoke
to
me
after
that
,
but
the
Vicomte
,
who
was
listening
,
began
at
once
to
say
flattering
things
across
the
table
.
They
all
make
compliments
upon
my
French
,
and
are
very
gay
and
kind
,
but
I
wish
they
did
not
eat
so
badly
.
The
Comte
and
the
Marquise
,
who
are
cousins
,
and
of
the
very
oldest
noblesse
,
are
the
worst
—
one
dare
n't
look
sometimes
.
The
Comtesse
is
a
little
better
,
but
then
her
family
is
only
Empire
,
and
Jean
and
Héloise
are
fairly
decent
.
I
could
bear
most
of
it
,
if
it
was
n't
for
the
peppermint
glasses
at
the
end
,
which
the
men
have
.
The
whole
party
are
very
French
,
not
a
bit
like
the
people
we
see
at
Cannes
,
who
have
been
much
with
the
English
.
It
is
a
different
thing
altogether
.
When
dinner
was
over
the
rain
stopped
,
and
after
a
lot
of
talk
—
as
to
whether
the
ground
would
be
too
damp
or
not
—
we
at
last
ventured
for
a
walk
down
to
the
bridge
and
back
.
Then
we
returned
and
commenced
a
general
powdering
of
the
beds
,
beginning
with
the
de
Tournelles
'
apartment
;
next
we
went
to
the
Marquise
's
—
she
had
such
an
exquisite
nightgown
laid
out
,
it
was
made
of
pink
chiffon
.
When
we
got
to
my
room
they
made
all
kinds
of
sympathies
for
me
having
such
a
small
and
stuffy
place
.
The
powder
was
all
gone
before
we
could
sprinkle
the
Baronne
's
bed
.
Agnès
was
not
quite
so
uppish
undressing
me
as
usual
.
Perhaps
she
realised
this
part
of
her
France
was
not
so
good
as
England
.
Next
morning
when
I
got
down
—
we
had
arranged
to
have
our
premier
déjeûner
all
together
,
not
in
our
rooms
,
as
we
were
to
make
such
an
early
start
—
"
Antoine
"
and
Héloise
were
already
there
.
The
Vicomte
and
the
Baronne
came
in
soon
after
;
he
at
once
began
:
"
Comme
Mlle
.
est
ravissante
le
soir
!
un
petit
ange
à
son
déshabillé
!
Une
si
éblouissante
chevelure
!
"
A
Conjugal
Experiment
The
wretch
had
been
watching
me
from
the
opposite
gallery
,
was
n't
it
odious
of
him
,
Mamma
?
No
Englishman
would
have
done
such
a
thing
.
I
was
angry
,
but
Héloise
said
it
was
no
use
,
that
I
must
get
accustomed
to
"
les
habitudes
de
voyage
,
"
and
that
she
did
not
suppose
he
had
really
looked
,
it
was
only
to
tease
me
.
But
I
believe
he
had
—
anyway
from
that
moment
de
la
Trémors
has
been
always
talking
to
me
.
Presently
while
we
were
eating
our
rolls
,
the
garçon
,
a
Parisian
(
who
was
also
the
ostler
)
,
came
in
and
said
:
Would
Madame
—
indicating
the
Baronne
—
come
up
to
"
Mademoiselle
,
"
who
wished
to
speak
to
her
?
We
could
not
think
who
he
could
mean
,
as
I
was
the
only
"
Mademoiselle
"
of
the
party
.
The
Baronne
told
him
so
.
"
Mais
non
!
"
he
said
,
jerking
his
thumb
in
the
direction
of
upstairs
,
"
La
demoiselle
dans
la
chambre
de
Monsieur
.
"
"
Mais
que
dites
vous
mon
brave
homme
!
"
screamed
the
Baronne
and
Héloise
together
.
The
man
was
quite
annoyed
.
"
Je
dis
ce
que
je
dis
et
je
m'en
fiche
pas
mal
!
la
petite
demoiselle
blonde
,
dans
la
chambre
de
Monsieur
le
Comte
de
Tournelle
.
"
At
that
moment
the
Comtesse
came
in
,
so
with
another
jerk
of
his
thumb
at
her
,
"
Comment
!
vous
ne
me
croyez
pas
?
"
he
said
,
"
tiens
—
la
voilà
!
"
and
he
bounced
out
of
the
room
.
"
Antoine
"
said
it
served
them
perfectly
right
,
that
he
had
warned
them
their
reputations
would
suffer
if
husbands
and
wives
camped
together
.
Even
a
place
like
Vernon
,
he
said
,
was
sufficiently
enlightened
to
find
the
situation
impossible
.
I
do
n't
know
what
it
all
meant
,
but
the
Comtesse
de
Tournelle
is
now
called
"
la
demoiselle
!
"
The
two
young
men
leave
us
for
the
day
,
to
do
their
duty
at
Versailles
,
but
are
to
meet
us
again
at
Rouen
in
the
evening
,
with
leave
for
a
few
days
.
We
are
just
going
on
board
,
so
I
will
finish
this
presently
.
5
p.m.
—
The
scenery
is
too
beautiful
after
you
pass
Vernon
,
and
it
was
so
interesting
getting
in
and
out
of
the
locks
.
The
Baronne
and
I
and
Jean
talked
together
on
the
raised
deck
,
while
de
Tournelle
read
to
the
Marquise
in
the
bows
.
The
old
Baron
is
mostly
with
the
sailors
,
and
Héloise
slept
a
good
deal
.
Every
now
and
then
Hippolyte
came
out
from
his
cooking
place
,
and
one
saw
his
baboon
face
appearing
on
a
level
with
the
deck
floor
,
and
he
would
explain
all
the
places
we
passed
,
and
it
always
ended
with
:
"
Il
ne
faut
pas
que
Mme
.
La
Baronne
pionce
c'est
très
très
intéressant
.
"
I
ca
n't
tell
you
what
a
drôle
creature
he
is
.
Héloise
woke
up
presently
and
talked
to
me
;
she
said
if
it
was
not
for
the
Tournelles
she
could
not
stand
the
Château
de
Croixmare
and
Victorine
.
It
appears
too
,
that
when
in
Paris
,
Godmamma
always
drives
in
the
Bois
at
the
wrong
times
,
and
will
have
her
opera
box
on
the
nights
no
one
is
there
,
and
that
irritates
Héloise
.
I
ca
n't
think
why
papa
and
she
were
such
friends
.
I
do
n't
believe
if
he
had
been
alive
now
,
and
accustomed
to
really
nice
people
like
you
and
me
,
he
would
have
been
able
to
put
up
with
her
.
I
shall
post
this
directly
we
land
,
I
am
writing
on
the
cabin
table
,
and
now
good-bye
.
—
Your
affectionate
daughter
,
Elizabeth
.
CAUDEBEC
Caudebec
,
Saturday
,
20th
August
.
A
Visit
to
Rouen
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
To-day
has
been
the
loveliest
I
ever
remember
,
not
a
cloud
in
the
sky
.
We
landed
at
Rouen
the
day
before
yesterday
about
six
,
and
the
hotel
we
stopped
at
was
quite
decent
,
and
although
the
windows
of
my
room
looked
upon
the
inner
courtyard
they
at
least
had
shutters
.
I
wanted
to
go
and
see
the
marks
the
flames
of
Joan
of
Arc
's
burning
had
made
on
the
wall
,
but
every
one
was
so
hungry
,
we
had
to
have
dinner
so
early
,
there
was
n't
time
.
Canard
à
la
Rouennaise
is
good
,
it
is
done
here
with
a
wine
called
Grenache
.
I
had
two
helpings
,
and
just
as
we
were
finishing
,
the
Vicomte
and
"
Antoine
"
came
in
from
the
station
.
They
are
n't
in
uniform
now
,
but
their
hair
does
stick
up
so
,
and
somehow
their
clothes
do
n't
look
comfortable
.
I
liked
them
in
uniform
best
.
Madame
de
Vermandoise
talked
to
"
Antoine
"
across
the
table
quite
a
lot
.
That
is
the
only
way
one
may
speak
directly
to
a
person
,
it
seems
.
After
dinner
we
went
in
search
of
some
place
of
amusement
,
but
there
was
no
theatre
open
,
so
we
had
to
content
ourselves
with
a
walk
along
the
quay
,
and
then
we
came
back
and
drank
sirop
.
It
is
sweet
and
nice
,
and
you
can
have
it
raspberry
,
or
gooseberry
,
or
what
you
like
,
and
I
am
sure
if
the
people
in
England
who
drink
nasty
old
ports
and
things
could
have
it
they
would
like
it
much
better
.
The
Baronne
calls
all
the
men
by
their
end
names
like
"
Tournelle
,
"
"
Croixmare
,
"
"
Trémors
,
"
etc.
,
and
every
one
is
very
devoted
to
her
,
and
I
daresay
she
is
even
older
than
you
,
mamma
;
is
n't
it
wonderful
?
Jean
now
always
sits
beside
me
,
I
suppose
he
thinks
he
is
my
host
,
but
I
would
rather
have
the
Vicomte
de
la
Trémors
,
who
is
very
amusing
.
But
to
go
back
to
Rouen
.
It
was
a
treat
to
sleep
fearlessly
in
a
clean
bed
after
Vernon
,
and
I
actually
had
a
bath
in
the
morning
.
I
do
n't
know
where
Agnès
retrieved
it
from
.
"
Coiffer
St.
Catherine
"
You
can
see
Joan
of
Arc
's
flames
quite
plain
,
we
went
there
as
soon
as
we
were
dressed
.
"
Antoine
"
would
insist
it
was
only
the
black
from
a
smoky
chimney
,
but
I
paid
no
attention
to
him
.
The
Horloge
is
nice
,
and
we
did
a
lot
of
churches
,
but
they
always
look
to
me
just
the
same
,
and
any
way
they
all
smell
alike
,
and
I
do
n't
think
I
shall
bother
with
any
more
.
We
had
breakfast
on
the
Sauterelle
,
but
it
was
so
fine
after
we
left
Vernon
,
and
yesterday
,
that
we
could
have
it
each
day
in
the
bows
under
the
awning
,
and
so
had
not
to
wash
our
forks
and
plates
.
The
Châteaux
are
so
picturesque
,
and
such
woods
!
after
you
leave
Rouen
.
Héloise
did
not
sleep
yesterday
.
"
Antoine
"
talked
so
much
,
no
one
could
really
have
had
a
comfortable
nap
.
In
the
afternoon
the
Marquise
told
us
our
fortunes
;
she
said
Héloise
would
marry
twice
,
which
made
her
look
as
pleased
as
Punch
,
but
Jean
did
not
think
it
at
all
funny
,
though
every
one
else
laughed
She
told
me
I
should
probably
be
an
old
maid
(
"
Coiffer
St.
Catherine
"
)
,
and
so
I
said
in
that
case
I
should
run
pins
into
the
horrid
old
saint
's
head
:
I
simply
wo
n't
be
an
old
maid
,
Mamma
,
so
they
need
not
make
any
more
predictions
.
However
,
it
would
be
worse
to
be
one
here
than
at
home
,
because
even
up
to
forty
,
if
you
are
n't
married
,
you
may
n't
go
to
the
nice
theatres
,
or
talk
to
people
alone
,
or
even
speak
much
more
than
"
Yes
"
and
"
No
,
"
and
you
generally
get
a
nasty
moustache
or
something
.
We
saw
a
whole
family
of
elderly
girls
at
our
hotel
at
Rouen
,
and
they
all
had
moustaches
or
moles
on
the
cheek
.
We
got
here
(
Caudebec
)
yesterday
soon
after
four
.
Our
inn
looks
right
on
to
the
Seine
,
and
is
as
old
nearly
as
the
one
at
Vernon
,
but
fortunately
beautifully
clean
.
Only
you
have
to
get
at
your
room
through
somebody
else
's
.
Mine
is
beyond
the
Baronne
's
and
Madame
de
Vermandoise
gets
at
hers
through
the
Comtesse
de
Tournelle
's
.
Hers
is
the
most
ridiculous
place
,
with
a
red
curtain
hanging
across
so
that
sometimes
it
can
be
turned
into
two
;
and
such
a
thing
happened
last
night
.
"
Antoine
"
went
in
with
the
Comte
de
Tournelle
to
help
him
to
shut
the
window
,
as
Madame
de
Tournelle
could
n't
,
when
a
gust
of
wind
blew
the
door
shut
,
and
whether
there
was
a
spring
lock
or
not
I
do
n't
know
,
but
any
way
nothing
would
induce
it
to
open
again
.
So
there
they
were
.
We
had
stayed
up
rather
late
;
the
landlord
and
the
servants
were
in
bed
.
They
rattled
and
shook
and
pushed
,
but
to
no
purpose
.
A
Misadventure
There
was
only
a
board
partition
between
my
room
and
Madame
de
Vermandoise
's
,
so
I
could
hear
everything
,
and
Tournelle
said
there
was
nothing
for
it
but
that
"
Antoine
"
would
have
to
sleep
in
the
other
bed
in
her
room
.
She
screamed
a
great
deal
,
and
they
all
laughed
very
much
,
and
all
talked
at
once
,
so
I
suppose
that
was
why
I
could
not
understand
quite
everything
they
were
saying
.
At
last
the
Baronne
rushed
into
my
room
to
discover
what
the
noise
was
.
She
looks
perfectly
odd
when
going
to
bed
;
a
good
deal
seemed
to
have
come
off
;
she
is
as
thin
as
a
lath
;
and
on
the
dressing
table
was
such
a
sweet
lace
nightcap
,
with
lovely
baby
curls
sewed
to
its
edge
,
and
when
she
put
that
on
she
did
look
sweet
.
It
is
n't
that
she
has
no
hair
herself
,
it
's
thick
and
brown
;
but
she
explained
that
having
to
wear
a
nightcap
because
of
ear-ache
,
she
found
it
more
becoming
with
the
curls
.
I
suppose
it
is
on
account
of
the
waiters
coming
in
with
the
breakfast
that
they
have
to
be
so
particular
in
France
how
they
look
in
bed
.
But
to
go
on
about
the
door
.
We
sent
the
Baronne
's
maid
and
Agnès
to
try
and
find
the
landlord
;
but
,
after
exploring
untold
depths
below
and
above
,
they
only
succeeded
in
unearthing
Hippolyte
.
He
came
up
from
his
bed
looking
just
like
that
very
clever
Missing
Link
that
was
at
Barnum
's
,
do
you
remember
?
—
the
one
that
sometimes
was
an
Irishwoman
,
and
could
do
housework
in
a
cage
by
itself
.
I
do
n't
know
exactly
what
Hippolyte
had
on
,
but
it
ended
up
with
a
petticoat
of
red
and
black
plaid
,
and
a
pair
of
grey
linen
trousers
over
his
shoulders
;
his
whiskers
and
hair
were
standing
straight
on
end
,
and
his
shaved
bits
were
bluer
than
ever
at
night
.
He
said
a
good
deal
of
the
French
equivalent
of
,
"
Here
's
a
pretty
kettle
of
fish
,
"
and
shrugged
so
that
I
was
afraid
the
petticoat
would
slip
off
;
and
finally
,
when
all
the
pushing
and
pulling
had
no
effect
on
the
door
,
he
said
people
must
resign
themselves
to
the
accidents
of
travel
,
and
as
there
were
four
beds
,
he
did
not
see
that
they
had
too
much
to
complain
of
.
"
Not
Much
to
Complain
of
"
At
this
moment
Héloise
came
out
of
her
room
to
see
what
the
commotion
was
.
She
understood
it
was
her
husband
locked
in
the
room
,
and
she
laughed
too
very
much
,
and
said
they
must
just
stay
there
;
but
when
she
heard
the
voice
of
"
Antoine
"
she
seemed
to
think
the
situation
grave
—
I
suppose
because
he
is
not
married
—
and
she
also
did
everything
she
could
to
open
the
door
.
Of
course
if
they
had
been
Englishmen
they
would
have
simply
kicked
it
down
,
and
got
out
without
more
ado
,
but
the
French
are
n't
strong
enough
for
that
.
Héloise
became
quite
disagreeable
about
it
,
though
as
it
was
n't
Jean
I
ca
n't
think
what
business
it
was
of
hers
.
She
said
it
was
because
"
Antoine
"
did
not
really
try
,
and
she
was
sure
he
had
done
it
on
purpose
,
upon
which
Madame
de
Vermandoise
gurgled
with
mirth
.
I
could
hear
both
sides
you
see
,
because
of
the
wooden
partition
.
"
Antoine
"
came
into
the
inner
room
and
said
he
was
"
Doux
comme
un
petit
agneau
,
"
but
the
Marquise
said
that
he
was
"
Un
loup
dans
une
peau
de
mouton
,
"
and
must
go
away
.
Finally
the
whole
of
the
rest
of
the
party
in
different
stages
of
déshabillé
got
collected
outside
the
door
.
No
landlord
was
to
be
found
anywhere
.
Then
the
old
Baron
suggested
quite
a
simple
plan
,
which
was
for
Madame
de
Tournelle
to
share
Madame
de
Vermandoise
's
room
,
and
to
leave
the
Comte
and
"
Antoine
"
in
her
room
.
No
one
seemed
to
have
thought
of
this
before
;
and
that
is
what
they
finally
did
,
and
at
last
we
got
to
sleep
.
In
the
morning
no
landlord
could
still
be
found
,
and
we
had
no
coffee
,
but
presently
he
arrived
accompanied
by
two
gendarmes
and
goodness
knows
what
other
rabble
armed
with
sticks
,
and
they
wanted
to
proceed
upstairs
.
We
heard
every
sort
of
"
Sacrés
!
"
going
on
between
them
and
Hippolyte
,
and
eventually
the
landlord
almost
crawled
up
apologising
,
and
opened
the
door
with
his
key
.
A
Cautious
Landlord
It
appears
that
hearing
the
noise
of
the
door
being
tried
to
be
opened
and
Madame
de
Vermandoise
's
screams
,
he
had
thought
it
wiser
to
decamp
for
the
night
,
as
two
years
ago
there
had
been
a
murder
there
,
and
he
had
had
"
beaucoup
d'embêtement
,
"
he
said
,
on
account
of
it
,
and
was
determined
not
to
be
mixed
up
in
one
again
,
"
En
ces
affaires
là
,
il
est
bien
assez
tôt
d'arriver
le
lendemain
,
"
he
said
.
Everybody
was
still
laughing
too
much
over
the
situation
to
be
angry
with
him
;
and
the
coffee
,
which
we
got
at
last
,
was
so
good
it
made
up
for
it
;
but
you
should
have
heard
the
plaisanteries
they
made
over
the
night
's
adventure
!
Caudebec
is
an
odd
place
;
it
used
to
be
inhabited
by
hundreds
of
Protestant
beaver
hat-makers
,
who
fled
from
there
after
the
Edict
of
Nantes
'
affair
,
and
so
there
are
streets
of
deserted
houses
still
,
and
so
old
,
one
has
a
stream
down
the
middle
.
I
would
not
go
into
the
church
:
the
usual
smell
met
me
at
the
door
;
so
the
Vicomte
and
Jean
and
I
went
for
a
walk
,
and
now
we
are
just
going
to
start
on
the
Sauterelle
again
,
and
this
must
be
posted
.
I
have
managed
to
write
it
on
my
knee
,
sitting
on
a
stone
bench
outside
the
inn
door
.
—
Good-bye
,
dear
Mamma
,
with
love
from
your
affectionate
daughter
,
Elizabeth
.
HOTEL
FRASCATI
,
HAVRE
Hotel
Frascati
,
Havre
,
Sunday
,
21st
August
.
Havre
to
Trouville
Dearest
Mamma
,
—
I
am
sorry
our
nice
voyage
is
nearly
finished
,
for
we
go
over
to
Trouville
this
evening
,
and
from
there
by
train
back
to
Vinant
.
The
river
is
not
nearly
so
pretty
after
you
leave
Caudebec
,
but
Tancarville
is
fine
,
and
looks
very
imposing
sitting
up
so
high
.
The
Vicomte
has
been
talking
to
me
all
the
time
,
but
Jean
stays
by
.
We
were
dusty
and
sun-burnt
by
the
time
we
got
to
Havre
,
and
Héloise
and
the
Marquise
and
I
started
at
once
for
the
big
baths
.
They
do
not
quite
join
the
hotel
,
so
we
covered
a
good
deal
of
absence
,
in
the
way
of
dress
,
by
our
faithful
mackintoshes
and
trotted
across
.
On
the
steps
we
met
de
Tournelle
just
coming
out
from
the
baths
;
he
laughed
when
he
saw
us
,
and
said
he
had
never
before
realised
that
garments
of
so
much
respectability
could
have
such
possibilities
!
Oh
!
how
nice
to
have
a
real
bath
again
!
A
Gay
Dinner
Agnès
has
n't
enjoyed
this
trip
much
,
I
can
see
.
Heaven
knows
where
she
has
slept
!
I
thought
it
wiser
not
to
ask
.
We
had
such
a
gay
dinner
.
I
am
getting
accustomed
to
shouting
across
the
table
at
every
one
;
it
will
feel
quite
queer
just
talking
to
one
's
neighbour
when
I
get
back
to
England
.
The
restaurant
at
Frascati
is
n't
at
all
bad
,
and
it
was
agreeable
to
have
proper
food
again
.
Hippolyte
thinks
we
are
awfully
greedy
;
he
was
heard
yesterday
grumbling
to
the
Baronne
's
maid
,
"
Mais
où
diable
est-ce
que
ces
dames
mettent
tout
ce
qu'elles
mangent
?
Elles
goblottent
toute
la
journée
!
"
After
dinner
we
drank
our
coffee
on
the
terrace
and
listened
to
the
band
.
Héloise
would
hardly
speak
to
"
Antoine
"
all
day
,
and
he
looked
perfectly
miserable
,
and
Madame
de
Vermandoise
every
now
and
then
laughed
to
herself
—
I
do
n't
know
what
at
.
However
we
took
a
walk
on
the
pier
presently
,
and
as
there
was
such
a
crowd
we
were
n't
able
to
walk
all
together
as
usual
,
but
had
to
go
two
and
two
.
"
Antoine
"
walked
with
Héloise
,
and
I
suppose
they
made
it
up
.
I
just
caught
this
:
"
N'oubliez
jamais
,
bien
chère
Madame
,
qu'une
église
a
deux
portes
.
"
Héloise
said
she
would
not
forget
,
and
he
thanked
her
rapturously
;
but
what
it
meant
I
do
n't
know
.
They
have
both
smiled
often
since
so
I
expect
it
is
some
French
idiom
for
reconciliation
.
The
crowd
on
the
pier
was
common
,
and
we
returned
to
Frascati
's
garden
.
It
was
so
fearfully
hot
,
that
beyond
wondering
if
the
dew
was
falling
,
no
one
suggested
we
should
get
cold
,
as
they
always
do
.
It
really
has
been
a
delightful
trip
,
and
I
have
enjoyed
it
so
.
They
are
all
charming
.
They
seem
to
have
kinder
hearts
than
some
of
the
people
at
Nazeby
,
but
what
strikes
one
as
quite
different
is
that
every
