The eager anxiety she had felt to reach the end of her journey and
write to Vanno died down like a fire quenched by water.
"You didn't tell me that you had a hundred francs," Dauntrey reproached
his wife.
"No," she replied. "And I wouldn't have told you now, if you weren't
obliged to keep out of the Casino."
He turned his head aside, and was silent.
"Aren't you taking luggage?" Lady Dauntrey inquired of Mary.
"Yes. I have a small trunk and a hand-bag with me."
"Where are they?"
"In the room of the concierge at Mrs. Winter's."
"Let me think a minute," said Eve. "Why should we wait for a train?
There's sure not to be one when we want it. We have no luggage, and you
say your trunk is small. We might hire a carriage and drive. It would be
much pleasanter. Perhaps you can lend me a few things for to-night?"
"Of course," Mary answered, trying to be cordial.
"How good you are to us!" Eve exclaimed. "We can never be grateful
enough. Dauntrey, will you go on to the railway station and order a
commissionnaire to fetch Mary's things from the Winters' house? He can
bring them back to the station in his cart."
"Why shouldn't we pick the things up on our way, if we're to have a
carriage?" her husband argued.
"Because my plan's the best," she insisted. "We must eat before we
start. There won't be much food in the villa, as Mary's paying a
surprise visit. We'll go to a little hotel by the station. I'm frozen,
and food will do us all good.
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