CHAPTER IV. — THE TALE OF A POSTMARK
“Yes,” said Lady Deane, “we leave today week: Roger has to be back the first week in May, and I want to stop at one or two places en route.”
“Let’s see. To-day’s the 19th, no, the 20th; there’s nothing to remind one of time here. That’ll be the 27th. That’s about my date; we might go together if you and Deane have no objection.”
“Oh, I should be delighted, General; and shall you stay at all in Paris?”
“A few days—just to show Dolly the sights.”
“How charming! And you and I must have some expeditions together. Roger is so odd about not liking to take me.”
“We’ll do the whole thing, Lady Deane,” answered General Bellairs, heartily. “Notre Dame, the Versailles, the Invalides, Eiffel Tower.”
Lady Deane’s broad white brow showed a little pucker.
“That wasn’t quite what I meant,” said she. “Oh, but Roger could take Dora to those, couldn’t he, while you and I made a point of seeing some of the real life of the people? Of studying them in their ordinary resorts, their places of recreation and amusement.”