"No," she said, "we haven't time. Here is mother."
They were to take the company's special train to Paris, which was waiting on the wharf, two hundred feet away, and we slowly pushed our way toward it. In the clamor and hurry and confusion wholly Latin, there was no chance for intelligent converse. The place was swarming with people, each of them, as it seemed to me, on the verge of hysteria. Someone, somewhere, was shouting "En voiture!" in a stentorian voice. Suddenly, we found our way blocked by a uniformed official, who demanded to see our tickets.
"You can't come any farther, I'm afraid," said Mrs. Kemball, turning to us. "We'll have to say good-by," and she held out her hand. "But we'll soon see you both again in Paris. You have the address?"
"Oh, yes!" I assured her; I felt that there was no danger of my ever forgetting it.
"Very well, then; we shall look for you," and she shook hands with both of us.
For an instant, I felt another little hand in mine, a pair of blue eyes smiled up at me in a way——
"Good-by, Mr. Lester," said a voice. "I shall be all impatience till we meet again."
"So shall I," and I brightened. "That was nice of you, Miss Kemball."
"Oh, I shall be anxious to hear how you succeeded," she retorted. "You will bring Miss Holladay to us?"
"If we find her, yes."