"Not found any lodgings yet, I presume?" asked the doctor, mending a pen very deliberately.
"N--not yet, sir."
"I concluded so The English do not seek apartments on Sunday. You observe the day very strictly, no doubt?"
Blushing and confused, I stammered some incoherent words and sat twirling my hat, the very picture of remorse.
"At what hotel have you put up?" he next inquired, without appearing to observe my agitation.
"The--the Hôtel des Messageries."
"Good, but expensive. You must find a lodging to-day."
I bowed again.
"And, as your father's representative, I must take care that you procure something suitable, and are not imposed upon. My valet shall go with you."
He rang the bell, and the sad-colored footman appeared on the threshold.