PARIS, AT FIRST SIGHT
Rue d'Assas. My concierge came out when she heard the taxi draw up.
"We were expecting you, Mr. Dreher; I was sayin' as much to my 'usband, only a minute ago."
The man himself appeared. In his capacity as handyman he hoisted my heavy trunk on to his shoulder, as if it were a plaything.
"And when may you be going, Mr. Dreher?"
"The day after to-morrow, and what about you?"
"A week on Wednesday."
"So there we are!" I said.
"There we are! as you say, sir. It was bound to finish like this."
My char-woman had had the happy inspiration of coming to do some cleaning that morning, so I found my flat in order and well aired. Having made a hasty toilet, I thought of various important errands.