"
"Did I make any mistake?" he asked good-humouredly. "I could speak French
once; but am out of practice. It's the genders bother one."
"Fine French it must have been!" thought her ladyship. "Who is your
letter from?"
"My bankers, I think. About Germany, Maude--would you like to go there?"
"Yes. Later. After we have been to London."
"To London!"
"We will go to London at once, Percival; stay there for the rest of the
season, and then--"
"My dear," he interrupted, his face overcast, "the season is nearly over.
It will be of no use going there now."
"Plenty of use. We shall have quite six weeks of it. Don't look cross,
Val; I have set my heart upon it."
"But have you considered the difficulties? In the first place, we have no
house in town; in the second--"
"Oh yes we have: a very good house."
Lord Hartledon paused, and looked at her; he thought she was joking.
"Where is it?" he asked in merry tones; "at the top of the Monument?"
"It is in Piccadilly," she coolly replied. "Do you remember, some days
ago, I read out an advertisement of a house that was to be let there for
the remainder of the season, and remarked that it would suit us?"
"That it might suit us, had we wanted one," put in Val.
"I wrote off at once to mamma, and begged her to see after it and engage
it for us," she continued, disregarding her husband's amendment.
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