I pinned on Lisa's veil, and my own.

Then she peeped to see if anyone were about; but there was nobody in the corridor.

We hurried out, and as Lisa already knew where to find the 'service' stairs, we were soon on the way down.

At the side entrance of the hotel the motor-cab was waiting, and when we were both seated inside, Lisa spoke in French to the driver, who waited for orders.
"I think you might take us to the Rue d'Hollande.

Drive fast, please.
After that, I'll tell you where to go next." "Is this your 'inspiration' ?" I asked.
"I'm not sure yet.