"Naturally, Mr. Schmidt. And so you came, after all. We were afraid
you might have concluded to alter your plans. Miss Guile will be
delighted."
He appeared grateful for the promise. "I have been here for three
days, Mrs. Gaston. You were delayed in leaving Paris?"
"Yes," she said, and changed the subject. "The riding is quite good,
I understand. They are off for Lauterbrunnen."
"I see," said he. "There is a splendid inn there, I am told."
"They will return here for luncheon, of course," she said, raising
her eyebrows slightly. His heart became a trifle lighter at this.
"Mr. White is a lifelong friend and acquaintance of the family," she
volunteered, apropos of nothing.
"Oh, his name is White?" with a quiet laugh.
"If you have nothing better to do, Mr. Schmidt, why not come with me
to the Kursaal? The morning concert will begin shortly, and I--"
"I think you will find that the band plays in the square across the
way, Mrs. Gaston, and not in the Casino. At least, that has been the
programme for the last two mornings.
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