"And could Miss Susan get here to-day, do you think?"
Gladys hesitated.
"I don't quite know. I don't know how long it takes people to come that way. But I'm afraid it costs a good deal. We must ask the ladies. Perhaps they'll get us a little room somewhere, where Anna can't find us, till Miss Susan sends for us."
"But," continued Roger, "what will you do if they're out, Gladdie?"
Gladys did not answer. Strange to say, practical as she was, this possibility had never occurred to her. Her one idea had been to make her way to the Avenue Gérard at once, then it had seemed to her that all difficulties would be at an end.
"What's the good of saying that, Roger," she said at last. "If they're out we'll——"
"What?"
"Wait till they come in, I suppose."
"It'll be very cold waiting in the street—like beggars," grumbled Roger. But he said it in a low tone, not particularly wishing Gladys to hear. Only he was so tired that he had to grumble a little.
Suddenly Gladys pulled up.