“I had no idea the funeral would take so long. Where are the other people?” he asked.
“There is another gate, they all went out by that, but I expected that you would be waiting here, my friend,” said M. Popeau smoothly. “And now we are going off to a little restaurant in the Condamine to have a good lunch.”
“I thought we were going to the Prince of Monaco’s aquarium,” said Lily smiling.
“All in good time.” M. Popeau looked as happy as a boy. “We must make the best of to-day,” he said, “even if it has begun badly, for from to-morrow, Mademoiselle will probably be much occupied.”
Captain Stuart looked quickly round at Lily. “Why that?” he asked shortly.
And even Lily felt surprised. What could M. Popeau mean?
“I think you will find that the arrival of the Countess Polda’s son will mean that you will be very much occupied,” said the Frenchman quietly.
Captain Stuart looked disturbed. “But you don’t even know this fellow?” he said, turning to Lily. “You’ve never seen him, have you?”
“No, that’s quite true. But all the same, I’m afraid M. Popeau is right. Only this morning the Countess told me that she hoped——” She waited a moment.
“Yes?” said Stuart impatiently. “She hoped what, Miss Fairfield?”