"That's all," said Jonah brutally.
Jill looked from him to Daphne and from Daphne to Adèle—dazedly. The former put a hand to her head.
"My dear," she said, "I can't help you. Before they started explaining, I had a rough idea of how the thing worked. Now I'm confused for ever. If they are to be believed, in future we've got to say 'up' when we feel inclined to say 'down.' But don't ask me why."
She stopped to speak with a member who was leaving the room and had come to pay his respects. After a word or two—
"Visitors' weather," he said. "Perfect, isn't it? But, I say, what a fall in the franc! Three points in a day…. Never mind. It'll go up again."
He made his adieus and passed on.
It was no good saying anything.
A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country.
* * * * *
It was three days later that we were bowling along the road to Biarritz.