That reminded her to ask Sonia if any one had yet telephoned from her father's house in Paris; and Sonia said that no one had.
"That's very annoying," said Germaine.

"It shows that nobody has sent me a present to-day." Pouting, she shrugged her shoulders with an air of a spoiled child, which sat but poorly on a well-developed young woman of twenty-three.
"It's Sunday.

The shops don't deliver things on Sunday," said Sonia gently.
But Germaine still pouted like a spoiled child.
"Isn't your beautiful Duke coming to have tea with us ?" said Jeanne a little anxiously.
"Oh, yes; I'm expecting him at half-past four.

He had to go for a ride with the two Du Buits.

They're coming to tea here, too," said Germaine.
"Gone for a ride with the two Du Buits?
But when ?" cried Marie quickly.
"This afternoon." "He can't be," said Marie.