"Where shall we go now, Paul?" asked the doctor, as they left the dining-room. "I leave that to you, sir. You seem to be quite at home here," replied Paul. "We will take a carriage, and we can do up the city in a few hours."
A coachman driving an open carriage hailed confidentially. Alixe entered and with a dexterous play of draperies usurped the back seat. Rentgen made no sign. He had her in full view, the moon streaking her disturbed features with its unflattering pencil. They started bravely, the horses running for home; but the rapid gait soon subsided into a rhythmic trot. Rentgen spoke.
Now her very existence seemed forgotten by the poor lady whose body appeared to be living so long after her soul. She was sent home in the carriage, loaded with true thanks from every one of the family. Osborne ransacked the houses for flowers for her; Roger had chosen her out books of every kind.
It was a very hot day, such as exactly suited the salamander nature of Dr. Spencer; but the carriage became like an oven.
Engage the carriage by the hour." So Rollo went out of the court, and soon found a carriage. Before he got into it, he said to the coachman, "Per hora!" This means, By the hour. At the same time Rollo held up his watch to the coachman, in order to let him see what o'clock it was. "Si, signore," said the coachman. Si, signore, is the Italian for Yes, sir.
"Your competition was not at all good, but nevertheless we feel sure of you," put in M. Regnier, and then turning to Camille Doucet he asked, "What do you say, Excellency?" "I think that this child will be a very great artist," he replied. There was a silence for a moment. "Well, you have got a fine carriage!" exclaimed Beauvallet rudely.
She sat back in the carriage, close beside that other heart which she believed to be the truest in all the world, though it had never been hers.
Of his business in the City her husband never spoke to her, nor she to him. She had no knowledge that marriage of itself had given her the right to such interference; and had such knowledge been hers she would have had no desire to interfere. She hoped that the carriage and sham jewels would be continued to her; but she did not know how to frame any question on the subject.
"But you?" he asked. "This is a strange place to find you." "Not at all! People call me a strange girl, and I might as well have the comfort of it. I came to take a walk; that, by the way, is part of my strangeness. I can't loll all the morning on a sofa, and all the afternoon in a carriage. I get horribly restless. I must move; I must do something and see something. Mamma suggests a cup of tea.
Of course they had not ventured to accuse her husband of being connected with them, but the lesson was one that he who ran might read. So, when the carriage stopped at the door of the first cottage, she had made up her mind that she could not stand much in the way of these miserable confidences to-day, and would make her visits short.