"If they ask any more questions, let me know." Mademoiselle Idiale, with the aid of one of the two maids who were traveling with her, was able to make a sufficiently effective toilette.

At a few minutes before the time for luncheon, she walked down the corridor and recognized Von Behrling, who was sitting with his companions in one of the compartments.
"Ah, it is indeed you, then!" she exclaimed, smiling at him.
He rose to his feet and came out.

Tall, with a fair moustache and blue eyes, he was often taken for an Englishman and was inclined to be proud of the fact.
"You have rested well, I trust, Mademoiselle ?" he asked, bowing low over her fingers.
"Excellently," replied Louise.

"Will you not take me in to luncheon?
The car is full of men and I am not comfortable alone.

It is not pleasant, either, to eat with one's maids." "I am honored," he declared.