"I wonder why she came to Paris," Madame Christophor remarked. "Is she in love with you?"
"There was never any question of anything of the sort," Julien declared fervently.
"You have seen her since she arrived in Paris?"
"Entirely by accident. I saw her alight from the train. I was at the
Gare du Nord to meet Kendricks."
Madame Christophor leaned back in her seat.
"Is it your wish that I engage her?"
"Certainly," Julien replied. "I am sure that you will find her competent. At the same time, I don't know how long she will keep this thing up."
"As a rule I do not care for handsome women around me," Madame Christophor said composedly. "Lady Anne is much too good-looking to please me. She has all the freshness and vitality," she added, dropping her voice a little, "which seem to have left me forever."
"You have experience," Julien reminded her. "Experience in itself is wonderful, even though one has to pay for it."
They were in the streets of Paris now. Madame Christophor shrugged her shoulders and sat up.