VILLA D'ORSAY Adelaide did not reach home until the troubles with and through Charles Whitney were settled, and Arthur and Dory were deep in carrying out the plans to make the mills and factories part of the university and not merely its property.

When Scarborough's urgent cable came, Dory found that all the steamers were full.

Adelaide could go with him only by taking a berth in a room with three women in the bottom of the ship.
"Impossible accommodations," thought he, "for so luxurious a person and so poor a sailor"; and he did not tell her that this berth could be had.
"You'll have to wait a week or so," said he.

"As you can't well stay on here alone, why not accept Mrs.Whitney's invitation to join her ?" Adelaide disliked Mrs.Whitney, but there seemed to be no alternative.
Mrs.Whitney was at Paris, on the way to America after the wedding and a severe cure at Aix and an aftercure in Switzerland.

She had come for the finishing touches of rejuvenation--to get her hair redone and to go through her biennial agony of having Auguste, beauty specialist to the royalty, nobility and fashion, and demimonde, of three continents, burn off her outer skin that nature might replace it with one new and fresh and unwrinkled.