"It's all arranged," he said. "You are quite sure that you have no more luggage?"
She laughed.
"Not a scrap! Have you ever traveled without luggage, Julien? It makes you feel that you are really in for adventures."
"Does it!" he replied a little weakly. Somehow or other, he had never associated a love for adventures with Lady Anne.
"Isn't it fun to be in Paris once more?" she continued. "I want a real rickety little voiture and I want the man to have a white hat, if possible, and I want to drive down into Paris over those cobbles."
"Any particular address?"
She handed him a card. He called an open victoria and directed the man. Together they drove out of the station yard. Lady Anne leaned forward, looking around her with keen pleasure.
"Julien," she cried, "this is delightful, meeting you! I hope I shan't be a bother to you, but really it is rather nice to feel that I have one friend here."
"You couldn't possibly be a bother to me," he declared. "I'm rather a waif here myself, you know, and I am honestly glad to see you."
She looked at him quickly and breathed a little sigh of relief.