I will drive you all round the city.

Monsieur Poynton shall see Paris undressed.

Afterwards we will go to Louis' rooms and make his man cook us a _dejeuner Anglais_." Flossie stood up and laughed.
"Who'll lend me a coat ?" she cried.

"I've nothing but a lace mantle." "Plenty of Frenchmen in the car," the young Frenchman cried.

"Are we all agreed?
Good! _Garcon, l'addition!_" "And mine," Guy ordered.
The women departed for their wraps.