It was
crowded with people, many of whom were from America, and some of whom I
would like to know. I've never had a horror of tourists--in fact I think
the horror of them that most people pretend to feel is a sort of
affectation, a false attempt at superiority--and I always liked, when I
was a sightseer myself, to come back to the hotel in the evening and
meet the cheerful crowd full of chatter and gossip."
"That is what I should want to do if ever I should go to America. They
say that your distances there are great and your hotels large and
bright. I shouldn't want to miss seeing the people in the evenings under
the blazing electric lights."
"You'll see them, Miss Julie, because I know that you're going to
America some time or other."
They were speaking in English again and Suzanne, wrapped in a gray cloak
and looking very large, assumed her old grim look. John glanced at her
and for the moment he was just a little afraid of her. He saw her eyes
saying very plainly: "You're an American and a foreigner and my
mistress, Mademoiselle Julie Lannes, a very young girl, is French. You
should not be talking together at all, and if you were not so necessary
to us in our hour of danger I would see that she was quickly taken far
away from you."
He led the way into the smoking-room, where there were many comfortable
chairs, and writing-desks with pen, ink and paper at hand.
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