"Yes."
"About the attack of youth?"
"Yes."
"Well, a whole family party of them went off in a motor-car to-day. Bobby called here for his luggage and I went into Vigo Street and saw them off."
"How do you mean—a family party?"
"The youthful old gentleman and a big blonde man, and Bobby, and an old lady and a pretty girl."
Julia swallowed slightly.
"Relations?"
"No, French, I think, the ladies were. Quite nice people, I believe, though poor. The old gentleman had picked them up in some of his wanderings."