"There are many things I want to speak about, Mr. Schmidt, and--and
you know how impossible it is to--to get a moment to one's self when
one is being watched like a child, as I am being watched over by dear
Mrs. Gaston. She is my shield and armour, my lovely one-headed
dragon. I placed myself in her care and--well, she is a very
dependable person. You _will_ understand, won't you?"
"Pray do not distress yourself, Miss Guile," he protested. "The last
word is spoken. I am too happy to spoil the day by doubting its
integrity. Besides, I believe I know you better than you think I do."
He expected her to reveal some sign of dismay, but she was suddenly
on guard.
"Then you will not mind my eccentricities," she said calmly, "and we
shall have a very nice drive, some tea and a--lark in place of the
more delectable birds prescribed by the chef at the Pavilion Bleu."
As the car turned into the Boulevard des Capucines Robin suppressed
an exclamation of annoyance on beholding Baron Gourou and Dank
standing on the curb almost within arm's length of the car as it
passed.
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