“Only because he praised you so much,” she said, with a sweet smile.
They went down to déjeûner.
As they were finishing the meal, Nancy again reverted to D’Escourt.
“He was really disappointed,” she said. “He was quite certain we were going to stay in Paris for another week at least.”
“I have ordered the carriage to be round by now,” said Rowton without replying, and glancing at the clock as he spoke. “Put on your prettiest cloak and your most becoming hat and come out with me.”
They spent the afternoon shopping and afterwards drove in the Bois. By eight o’clock that evening they had left the Grand Hotel and were on their way to the Gare de Lyon. They reached it in good time to catch the Mediterranean express.
At the booking office Nancy was much astonished to hear her husband ask for tickets for San Remo.
“You are making a mistake,” she exclaimed. “We are going to Nice.”
“I have changed my mind,” he answered. “San Remo will suit us better.”