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One afternoon, then, I started with Messrs. Zola and Desmoulin for Walton, from which station the Oatlands Park Hotel is most conveniently reached. A Gladstone bag had now replaced the master's newspaper parcel, and as M. Desmoulin's dressing-case was as large as a valise, there was at least some semblance of luggage.
Thus the few chapters of 'Fecondite, which he thought he might be able to pen in England, multiplied and multiplied till they at last became thirty the entire work. It was M. Desmoulin who brought the necessary materials memoranda, cuttings, and a score of scientific works from Paris.
M. Desmoulin luckily turned up on the morrow, and, armed with a fresh note from the master, persuaded our little French friend to hand him the documents. We left the Salisbury Hotel, Wareham and I, well pleased to find that our suspicions had been unfounded.
Zola and Desmoulin as French artists, I had at least told half the truth. M. Fernand Desmoulin is, of course, well known in the French art world; and, moreover, he had already spoken to me of purchasing a water-colour outfit for the very purpose of sketching, as I had stated.
'Hastings! said I, 'why M. Desmoulin, Zola's companion, does nothing but talk of going to Hastings! I am glad I know this. Hastings is barred for good, so far as Zola is concerned. 'Well, I will arrange for my wife to see her friend this morning before she starts, Mr. Spalding rejoined, 'and in this way we may be sure that her friend will say nothing.
M. Desmoulin on his side, having procured several morning newspapers, had explored their columns to ascertain whether the ladies by whom the master had been recognised in the street on the previous day, had by any chance noised the circumstance abroad. However, the Press was still on the Norway and Holland scents, and as yet not a paper so much as suggested M. Zola's presence in England.
All at once a couple of ladies passed us, and one of them, after turning her head in our direction, made a remark to her companion. 'Did you hear that? Desmoulin eagerly inquired. 'She spoke in French! 'Ah! I replied. 'What did she say? "Why," she exclaimed, "there's M. Zola!" Our secret is as good as gone now! It will be all over London by to-morrow! We felt somewhat alarmed.
When M. Zola had retired from the court, allowing judgment to go against him by default, he was joined by Maitre Labori, his counsel, and the pair of them returned to Paris in the vehicle which had brought M. Zola from the city in the morning. M. Desmoulin found a seat in another carriage. The brougham conveying Messrs.
And at the same time he had a trunk with him full of clothes which had been smuggled in small parcels out of M. Zola's house, carried to the residence of a friend, and there properly packed. Desmoulin also brought a hand camera, which likewise proved very acceptable to the master, and enabled him to take many little photographs almost a complete pictorial record of his English experiences.
On the other hand, M. Desmoulin wished to go to Brighton or Hastings, but, in my estimation, both those places, crowded with holiday-makers, were not desirable spots. Leaving the Grosvenor, the three of us discussed these matters while strolling up Buckingham Palace Road. It was a warm sunshiny afternoon, and the street was full of people.
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