"Oh, Trevor!" she breathed in dismay.
"Max is with him," he reminded her. "I don't think they would get rid of him very easily. We shall know more when we get there."
They clattered on to the plage, and the cold sea wind blew in upon them.
Noel snuffed it appreciatively. "Smells decent, anyway. Wonder if they're still running the same old show. I say, Chris, do you remember the Goat?"
Chris did. With her face to the dark sea and the sound of its waves in her ears, she recalled the old light-hearted days and the shrill admonitions of Mademoiselle Gautier. How often had she prophesied disaster for her charge among the rocks of Valpré! Chris smiled a little piteous smile. Ah, well!
The fiacre jerked and jolted over the stones. They left the plage behind and came to a standstill with a violent swerve.
"Now what?" said Noel.
They seemed to have come suddenly upon a crowd of people. Late though it was, all Valpré apparently was awake and abroad.
They staggered on again at a snail's pace, hearing voices all about them, now and then catching glimpses of faces in the light of the carriage-lamps.
"Feels like a funeral procession!" observed Noel jocularly.