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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Oh, the trip might as well be new for everybody except myself; and as you like adventures " "You think it's the Turnours' duty to have them." "Just so. If only to punish her ladyship for grinding you down to fifty francs a month. What a reptile!" "If she's a reptile, I'm a cat to plot against her." "Do cats plot? Only against mice, I think. And anyhow, I'm doing all the plotting.
You see, I pay my own way, and as I really have to live on my screw, it doesn't run to grand hotels. This one is rather grand; but you will be all right, because, although it's a famous place for food, at this season few people stop overnight, and I've found out through the telephone that the Turnours are the only ones who have taken bedrooms.
As my living in future would be at the charge of the Turnours, I might afford myself a few indulgences to begin with, she argued; and deciding that she was right, I made up my mind to have my remaining meals served in my own room.
Not far away lay Mas du Juge, described in the book, where he was born, and Maillane, where he lives, and I longed to drive that way; but as the Turnours would be sure to say that there was nothing to see, the chauffeur thought it wiser not to turn out of our road.
If the advice of Dane, the chauffeur, were taken, they would be motoring to Clermont-Ferrand; and why not say to Bertie: "No cheque unless you get us an invitation to visit the Roquemartines while you are there?" That château near Clermont-Ferrand would prove a lodestar, and help Mr. Jack Dane to lure the Turnours through chill gorges and over snowy mountains.
I clapped my hands as I used to when a child and my fun-loving young parents proposed an open air fête. "Oh, how too nice!" I cried. "If you don't think the Turnours would be angry?" "I think the labourers are worthy of their hire," said he. "I'll fetch your coat for you. No, you're not to come without it."
Alexander Dumas the elder went from Aigues Mortes to St. Gilles, driving along the Beaucaire Canal, on that famous tour of his which took him also to Les Baux; and we too went from Aigues Mortes to St. Gilles, though I'm sure the Turnours had no idea that it was a pilgrimage in famous footprints. Only the humble maid and chauffeur had the joy of knowing that.
The Turnours had lunched, if not wisely, probably too well, at Valescure about one o'clock, and it wasn't yet four; but the air at the beautiful Costebelle hotels is said to be perpetually glittering with Royalties and other bright beings of the great world, so her ladyship wouldn't have been persuaded to miss the place.
They were beautiful as the banners of a royal army advancing over the horizon, but they would hide the sun as he went down to bathe in the sea. He was embroidering their edges with gold now. I was seeing the best at this moment. If I started to go back, I should have time to pause here and there, gazing at things the Turnours had hurried past.
All this time they had been waiting for me! What would they say? What would they do? In my horror, I even forgot my righteous anger with the chauffeur. "Oh!" I gasped. "The Turnours!" Then Mr. Dane spoke kindly again. "Don't worry," he said. "It's all right. They've gone on." "In the car?" I cried. "No. Sir Samuel can't drive the car.
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