"With your luggage," Julien echoed. "Seriously, is that all that you have brought?"
"Every bit," she answered. "You know mother?"
"Yes, I know your mother!" he admitted.
"Well, I didn't exactly feel like taking her into my confidence," Lady Anne explained, smiling. "Under those circumstances, I thought it just as well to make my departure as quietly as possible."
"Then they don't know where you are?"
"Really," she assured him, "you are becoming quite intelligent. They do not."
"In other words, you've run away?"
"Marvelous!" she murmured. "I suppose it's the air over here."
A sudden idea swept into Julien's mind. Of course, it was ridiculous, yet for a moment his heart gave a little jump. Perhaps she divined his thought, for her next words disposed of it effectually.
"Of course, I knew that you were in Paris, but I had no idea that we should meet, certainly not like this. I have a dear friend to whose apartments I shall go at once. She is a milliner."