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arrival of an English mot■or party kept him

busy, both during dinner and a●fterwards; for not only did they desire co●ffee and liqueurs served in the vestibu■le, but they gave indications to ●his experienced judgment of requiring rel●ays of whiskies and sodas until bedtime■. Again he did not visit the ●Café de l’Univers. The next■ morning she started for the Riviera. She was ●proceeding thither via Toulouse,

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Martin’s ●astonishment Félise was accomp

anying her●, on a visit for ten days or a fort●night to the South. It appeared that the ■matter had been arranged late the ■previous evening. Lucilla had made the propos●al, swept away difficulty after difficulty wi●th her air of a smiling, but irr●esistible providence and left Bi●gourdin and Félise not a leg save sheer chur●lishness to stand on. Clothes? She h■ad ten times the amount she needed. The peri●ls of the lonely and tedious return trai●n journey? Never could Félise accomplish ●it. Bigourdin turned up an I●ndicateur des Chemins de Fer. ■There were changes, there were wai●ts. Communications were arranged, with dia●bolical cunning, not to correspon■d. Perhaps it was to confoun●d the Germans in case of invasion. A●s far as he could make out it ●would take seventy-four hours, forty-three■ minutes t

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as far simpler to go ●from Paris to Moscow,

which as ever■y one knew was the end of the world. Félise ■would starve. Félise would per■ish of cold. Félise would get the w■rong train and find herself at C●openhagen or Amsterdam or Naples, wher●e she wouldn’t be able to speak the language. L■ucilla laughed. There was suc■h a thing as L’Agence Cook which moulded the I●ndicateur des Chemins de Fer to● its will. She would engage a man from Cook’s■ before whose brass-buttoned coat and a gold-let■tered cap band the Indicateur would f●all to pieces, to transfer Félise ■personally, by easy stages, from house to ■house. Félise had pleaded her ■uncle’s need. Lucilla, in the mos■t charming way imaginable, ha■d deprecated as impossible any such c■olossal selfishness on the part of Monsi■eur Bigourdin. Overawed by the Olympian he had p■eremptorily ordered Félise to ret■ire and pack her trunk. Then, obeying the di■ctates of his sound sense he had asked ■Lucilla what object she had in her magnif■icent invitation. His little ■girl, said he, woul