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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Very beautiful rather exclusive. You may remember Mr. Chamberlain stopped there." Raphael, which would have seemed the more obvious place to stop. I say "we," but Lady Turnour would have been surprised to hear that her maid dared count herself and a chauffeur in the programme.
The invitation to the château where he was stopping near Clermont-Ferrand, had been asked for and given. I heard all about it, of course, from the conversation between the bride and groom; for Lady Turnour prides herself on discussing things in my presence, as if I were deaf or a piece of furniture.
Yet I think, if our eyes could be opened to such things, we would see grouped round a noble company of knights and ladies such a company as would be hard to get together in these days." "Well, I would rather sing here in August than April!" exclaimed Lady Turnour, with the air of a spoiled prima donna.
"If that's a question, it doesn't deserve an answer. But because you've asked it, I'll tell you both reasons. I'd stopped at La Reserve before, in in rather different circumstances, and I thought not only might it make talk about me, but " "I understand," I said. "Of course, Lady Turnour isn't as careful a chaperon as she ought to be."
He had stopped in Avignon, he said, because he was expecting the latest news of the friend, a change of address, perhaps; and I don't know who proposed it, but anyway he arranged to go with Sir Samuel and Lady Turnour to the Palace of the Popes at ten o'clock.
Lady Turnour could not see why the Comédie Française should produce plays there, even once a year, when they could do it so much more comfortably at any modern theatre in the provinces if they must travel; and as to the gathering of the Felibres, she didn't even know what Felibres were, nor did she care, as she was unlikely to meet any in society.
These arguments silenced if they didn't convince Lady Turnour, though she had probably never heard of Ziem, or even Corot, and we two in front were able to admire the charming scene in peace.
At least, she was certain to create a sensation, as Sir Samuel proudly remarked when he walked in to get his necktie tied by me a habit he has adopted. "I wonder if I ought to trust Elise with my bag?" Lady Turnour asked him, anxiously, at last. "So far, since we've been on tour, I've carried it over my arm everywhere, but it doesn't go very well with a costume like this. What do you think?"
Even Lady Turnour condescended to get out of the car to do honour to the bridge with its two Corinthian arches of perfect grace and beauty; but she had nothing to say to the poor little, tired-looking lions sitting on top, which I longed to climb up and pat. She wanted to push on, and her one thought of Aix-en-Provence was for lunch. Was Dane sure we should find anything decent to eat there?
"It won't for Lady Turnour's. But it may have to, and in that case she will probably snap yours off." "Cousin Catherine has often told me it was of no use to me, except to show my hair. But aren't there hotels in the gorge of the Tarn?" "There are in summer, but they're not open yet, and the inns well, if Fate casts us into one, Lady Turnour will have a fit.
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