“Yvonne is acquainted with them?” grand’mère asked severely. “Who are they?”
“The Rowrers.”
“Goodness gracious!” cried grand’mère, “in all this dust—and in such heat?”
“The Rowrers—what luck!” Yvonne cried. “I shall see Miss Ethel again; and I did not recognize her! All those dusters and masks and veils—they didn’t wear anything like that in Paris the day I went in their auto, with Mr. Will Rowrer to conduct us.”
“Are they going to stay in our town?” Mme. de Grojean asked.
“For several weeks, it seems.”
“Where are they stopping?” grand’mère asked. “At the Hôtel de France or at the Hôtel d’Eurôpe?”
“They are not at a hotel,” answered Mme. Riçois, with an important air, as one having a great piece of news to communicate.
“Where are they going, then?” grand’mère persisted.
“To nobody’s house.”