But it's awfully jolly, this! Who'd have thought, a week ago, that I should be going to Paris?
I have a feeling all the time that I shall wake up and find I've been dreaming." "Suppose you go down and see whether Eve wants anything?
You needn't say I sent you." From Calais to Paris he again travelled apart from the girls.

Fatigue overcame him, and for the last hour or two he slept, with the result that, on alighting at the Gare du Nord, he experienced a decided failure of spirits.

Happily, there was nothing before him but to carry out a plan already elaborated.

With the aid of his guide-book he had selected an hotel which seemed suitable for the girls, one where English was spoken, and thither he drove with them from the station.
The choice of their rooms, and the settlement of details took only a few minutes; then, for almost the first time since leaving Charing Cross, he spoke to Eve.
"Patty will do everything she can for you," he said; "I shall be not very far away, and you can always send me a message if you wish.
To-morrow morning I shall come at about ten to ask how you are--nothing more than that--unless you care to go anywhere." The only reply was "Thank you," in a weary tone.

And so, having taken his leave he set forth to discover a considerably less expensive lodging for himself.