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And
what
a
risk
to
take
!
He
might
have
murdered
her
or
stolen
her
pearl
necklace
.
She
went
hot
and
cold
all
over
as
she
pictured
to
herself
the
danger
she
had
incurred
.
He
was
going
to
Cannes
too
.
Supposing
he
claimed
acquaintance
with
her
there
,
how
on
earth
was
she
going
to
explain
him
to
her
friends
?
She
felt
sure
Dolly
wouldn
’
t
like
him
.
He
might
try
to
blackmail
her
.
And
what
should
she
do
if
he
wanted
to
repeat
the
experience
?
He
was
passionate
,
there
was
no
doubt
about
that
,
he
had
asked
her
where
she
was
staying
,
and
though
she
had
not
told
him
,
he
could
certainly
find
out
if
he
tried
;
in
a
place
like
Cannes
,
it
would
be
almost
impossible
not
to
run
across
him
.
He
might
pester
her
.
If
he
loved
her
as
much
as
he
said
it
was
inconceivable
that
he
should
let
her
alone
,
and
foreigners
were
so
unreliable
,
he
might
make
frightful
scenes
.
The
only
comfort
was
that
he
was
only
staying
over
Easter
,
she
would
pretend
she
was
tired
and
tell
Dolly
that
she
preferred
to
stay
quietly
at
the
villa
.
"
How
could
I
have
been
such
a
fool
?
"
she
cried
angrily
.
Dolly
would
be
there
to
meet
her
at
the
station
,
and
if
he
was
tactless
enough
to
come
up
and
say
good
-
bye
to
her
she
would
tell
Dolly
that
he
had
given
up
his
compartment
to
her
.
There
was
no
harm
in
that
.
It
was
always
best
to
tell
as
much
of
the
truth
as
you
could
.
But
there
was
quite
a
crowd
of
passengers
getting
out
at
Cannes
,
and
Julia
got
out
of
the
station
and
into
Dolly
’
s
car
without
catching
a
glimpse
of
him
.
"
I
’
ve
arranged
nothing
for
today
,
"
said
Dolly
.
"
I
thought
you
’
d
be
tired
and
I
wanted
to
have
you
all
to
myself
just
for
twenty
-
four
hours
.
"
Julia
gave
her
arm
an
affectionate
squeeze
.
"
That
’
ll
be
too
wonderful
.
We
’
ll
just
sit
about
the
villa
and
grease
our
faces
and
have
a
good
old
gossip
.
"
But
next
day
Dolly
had
arranged
that
they
should
go
out
to
luncheon
,
and
they
were
to
meet
their
hosts
at
one
of
the
bars
on
the
Croisette
to
have
cocktails
.
It
was
a
beautiful
day
,
clear
,
warm
and
sunny
.
When
they
got
out
of
the
car
Dolly
stopped
to
give
the
chauffeur
instructions
about
fetching
them
and
Julia
waited
for
her
.
Suddenly
her
heart
gave
agreat
jump
,
for
there
was
the
Spaniard
walking
towards
her
,
with
a
woman
on
one
side
of
him
clinging
to
his
arm
and
on
the
other
a
little
girl
whose
hand
he
held
.
She
had
not
time
to
turn
away
.
At
that
moment
Dolly
joined
her
to
walk
across
the
pavement
.
The
Spaniard
came
,
gave
her
a
glance
in
which
there
was
no
sign
of
recognition
,
he
was
in
animated
conversation
with
the
woman
on
his
arm
,
and
walked
on
.
In
a
flash
Julia
understood
that
he
was
just
as
little
anxious
to
see
her
as
she
was
to
see
him
.
The
woman
and
the
child
were
obviously
his
wife
and
daughter
whom
he
had
come
down
to
Cannes
to
spend
Easter
with
.
What
a
relief
!
Now
she
could
enjoy
herself
without
fear
.
But
as
she
accompanied
Dolly
to
the
bar
,
Julia
thought
how
disgusting
men
were
.
You
simply
couldn
’
t
trust
them
for
a
minute
.
It
was
really
disgraceful
that
a
man
with
a
charming
wife
and
such
a
sweet
little
girl
should
be
willing
to
pick
up
a
woman
in
the
train
You
would
think
they
’
d
have
some
sense
of
decency
.
But
as
time
passed
Julia
’
s
indignation
was
mitigated
,
and
she
had
often
thought
of
the
adventure
since
with
a
good
deal
of
pleasure
.
After
all
it
had
been
fun
.
Sometimes
she
allowed
her
reveries
to
run
away
with
her
and
she
went
over
in
her
fancy
the
incidents
of
that
singular
night
.
He
had
been
a
most
agreeable
lover
.
It
would
be
something
to
look
back
on
when
she
was
an
old
woman
.
It
was
the
beard
that
had
made
such
an
impression
on
her
,
the
odd
feeling
of
it
on
her
face
and
that
slightly
musty
*
smell
which
was
repulsive
and
yet
strangely
exciting
.
For
years
she
looked
out
for
men
with
beards
,
and
she
had
a
feeling
that
if
one
of
them
made
proposals
to
her
she
simply
wouldn
’
t
be
able
to
resist
him
.
But
few
men
wore
beards
any
more
,
luckily
for
her
because
the
sight
made
her
go
a
little
weak
at
the
knees
,
and
none
of
those
that
did
ever
made
any
advance
to
her
.
She
would
have
liked
to
know
who
the
Spaniard
was
.
She
saw
him
a
day
or
two
later
playing
chemin
de
fer
*
at
the
Casino
and
asked
two
or
three
people
if
they
knew
him
.
Nobody
did
,
and
he
remained
in
her
recollection
,
and
in
her
bones
,
without
a
name
.
It
was
an
odd
coincidence
that
she
didn
’
t
know
the
name
either
of
the
young
man
who
had
that
afternoon
behaved
in
so
unexpected
a
manner
.
It
struck
her
as
rather
comic
.
