lay concealed.

He wrote out a telegram to Mrs.St.Pierre Lawrence, addressed to her at her villa near Royan, and then proceeded to his dinner with the grave face of the careful critic.
The next morning he received the answer, at his breakfast-table, in the apartment he had long occupied in the Avenue d'Antin.

But he did not open the envelope.

He had telegraphed to Mrs.St.Pierre Lawrence, asking if it would be convenient for her to put him up for a few days.
And he suspected that it would not.
"When I am gone," he said to his well-trained servant, "put that into an envelope and send it after me to the Villa Cordouan, Royan.

Pack my portmanteau for a week." Thus John Turner set out southward to join a party of those Royalists whom his father before him had learnt to despise.