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In any case I would wait, I thought, until I could be tolerably certain that all the guests of the hotel had gone down to dinner. If I knew Monsieur Charretier, he would be among the first to feed, but I couldn't afford to run needless risks.
"You accepted?" "Yes. I didn't know her and her husband as well as I do now; and before she died mamma begged me to go to them, if they asked me. That was when Monsieur Charretier came on the scene at least, he came a few months later, and I've had no peace since. As I told you, I simply ran away sneaked away and came here without any one but Pamela knowing.
"She said there was a man mixed up with the story, a rich middle-aged chap of the name of Charretier, with a big house in Paris and a new château he'd built, near Fontainebleau. She gave me a card to him." "He's sure not to be at home," I remarked. Bertie's face fell; but he brightened again. "Anyhow you admit you know him."
"You're the hatefullest man I ever heard of!" I flung at him. "Oh, I say! Don't speak too soon. You don't know all yet. If you don't want me to, I won't call on Charretier. Lady T. and her tuft-huntin' can go hang! And you shan't stop at the Athenée to be copped by the Duchess's friends, if you don't like. That's what I wanted to see you about. To tell you it all depends on yourself."
Then, shamefacedly when it came to the point, I unfolded the tale of Monsieur Charretier. "By Jove, and he's in this house!" exclaimed the chauffeur, genuinely interested, and not a bit sulky. "You haven't an idea whether he's been actually tracking you?" "If he has, he must have employed detectives, and clever ones, too," I said, defending my own strategy.
I hope Monsieur Charretier isn't." "Is he such a monster?" "He is fat, especially in all the places he oughtn't to be fat. And old. But worse than his embonpoint and his nose, he made his money in you could never guess." "I see by your face, my poor child: it was Liver Pills." "Something far more dreadful." "Are there lower depths?" "There are Corn Plasters." "Oh, my dear, you are quite right!
When she and Sir Samuel were out of the way, as safely disposed of as Monsieur Charretier himself, I felt so extravagantly happy in reaction, after all my worries, that I danced a jig in her ladyship's sacred bedchamber. Then I prepared to start for my own personally conducted expedition; and this time I took no great pains to do my hair unbecomingly.
Yet I dared not so much as murmur, "Pardon!" lest he should recognize my voice. Fortunately my mistress and her husband were now ready to go up to their rooms, and we left Monsieur Charretier engaging quarters for himself and his chauffeur.
As far as Montargis I had motored with the Milvaines more than once, conducted by Monsieur Charretier, in a great car which might have been mine if I had accepted it, not "with a pound of tea," but with two hundred pounds of millionaire.
I listened to these arguments and suggestions with a creepy feeling in the roots of my hair, for I, too, have an "acquaintance" who owns a château near Fontainebleau: a certain Monsieur Charretier. He, also, has a "lot of motors" and would, I knew, if he were "in residence" be delighted to lend a car and extend an invitation to dinner, if informed that Lys d'Angely was of the party.
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