“Very soon,” he said. “But not too soon for the new owner, it seems.”
“Oh!”
“Yes, he wants us gone at once. Wants to do it up.”
“Oh!”
“Yes; and we’ll go to Paris, I think, dear.”
“So he has sent us to Paris, has he?” she said. “One would think we were his bond slaves.”
“We are—in gratitude,” he said, gently.
She melted in a moment.
“I’ll go and tell Bessie,” she said, meekly.
In two days they started. All the preparations, those pertaining to business, had been made by Lord Clydesfold. He also saw to every little detail of their journey; engaged a special Pullman, took their Channel tickets, ordered rooms at one of the inexpensive hotels in Paris—but did not go near her.