"Ah, it will be good--to be in Bruges--with mademoiselle."
Julie drew herself away.
"I sha'n't be there to-morrow, dear."
"Not there! Oh, mademoiselle!"
The child's voice was pitiful.
"I shall join you there. But I find I must go to Paris first. I--I have some business there."
"But maman said--"
"Yes, I have only just made up my mind. I shall tell maman to-morrow morning,"
"You go alone, mademoiselle?"
"Why not, dear goose?"