Weeks passed away, and the baroness began to weary of the rural life that at first had pleased her so much.
It was now late in October, and the weather was growing cool. Pony rides among the mountains and rowings on the lake were not such delightful recreations as she had found them earlier in the season.
In a word, Madame Von Bruyin was tired of Llandorf, and longing for Paris—weary of the world of nature, and sighing for the world of society.
One morning she suddenly announced her intentions:
“We will go to Paris on the first of November. A proper trousseau cannot be arranged entirely by correspondence. If we get settled by the first week we shall have a clear month before the gay season begins. What do you say, mignonne?”
“I am ready, madame,” answered Lilith, so cheerfully that the lady could not doubt the sincerity of the girl’s assent. Lilith was also anxious to be in the French capital in time for any answer that might come to her advertisement for the wanderer, whom she had notified to address all communications for her to the Poste Restante, Paris.
Monsieur Le Grange, who added to his duties of secretary those of courier and general utility, was instructed to make immediate preparations for their journey.
On the thirty-first of October, being All-Hallow Eve, the party left Llandorf for Southampton, and on the evening of the first of November they reached Paris.
Madame Von Bruyin’s house on the Champs Elysées had been put in order for her reception, in obedience to a telegram from Monsieur Le Grange, so that the travelers at once found themselves at home in comfortable and luxurious quarters.
The day after their arrival Lilith went to the post-office to inquire if any letters had arrived directed to E. W. H.