"I understand," she said coolly; "it will be, then, after Caen."
"Presumably."
"Another hour of peace of mind!" She yawned delicately. "I think--I am bored by this speed--I think I shall have a nap."
Composedly she arranged pillows, put her pretty feet upon the jewel case and, turning her face from Lanyard, dozed.
"I think," he reflected, "that the world is more rich in remarkable women than in remarkable men!"
A luminous lilac twilight vied with the street lamps of Caen when the limousine rolled through the city at moderate speed. Lanyard utilized this occasion to confer with Jules through the window.
"Beyond the town," he said, "you will stop just round the first suitable turning, so that we can't be seen before the corner is turned. Draw off to the side of the road and--I think it would be advisable to have a little engine trouble."
"Very good, sir," said Jules without looking round. Then he added in a voice of complete respect: "Pardon, sir, but--madame's orders?"
"If they are not"--Lanyard was nettled--"she will countermand them."
"Quite so, sir. And--if you don't mind my asking--what's the idea?"