“I’m glad I’ve got you in charge now,” said Clementina.
“I’ll be so good, dear,” said the girl.
The luggage secured, they drove off. Etta’s eyes sparkled, as they went through the ugly, monotonous, clattering streets of Lyons.
“What an adorable town!”
As it was not even lit by the cheap glamour of the sun, for the sky was overcast and threatening, it looked peculiarly depressing to normal vision. But youth found it adorable. O thrice blessed blindness of youth!
“What has happened to Mr. Burgrave?” she asked, after a while, “I suppose his time was up and he had to go back.”
“Oh, no,” said Clementina coolly. “He’s at Vienne.”
“Oh-h!” said Etta, with a little touch of reproach. “I thought it was just going to be you and I and us two.”
“We’ll put him in front next to Johnson and have the back of the car all to ourselves. But I thought you liked Tommy Burgrave.”
“He’s quite harmless,” said Etta carelessly.