Many of our English country houses are now neglected.

It is the fashion for our women, Madame, to despise a country life.

They prefer to wear out themselves and their best attributes on the pavement." Madame smiled.
"Everything is so strong about you," she said; "especially your prejudices.

And this house to which we are to be sent--is it large?
Is it well situated?
May one inquire ?" I could not understand her eyes, which were averted with something like a smile.
"It is one of the best situated houses in England," I answered, unguardedly, and Madame laughed outright.
"My friend," she said, "one reason why I like you is that you are not at all clever.

This house is yours, and you are offering Lucille and me a home in our time of trouble--and I accept." She laid her hand, as light as a leaf, on my shoulder, and when I looked up she was gone.
On the morning of Saturday, September 3d, I received a note from John Turner.
"If you have not gone--go!" he wrote.
Our departure had been fixed for a later date, but the yacht of an English friend had been lying in the port of Fecamp at my disposal for some days.