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me.

"But I want to look round a little," the old lady added to the

General. Will you lend me Alexis Ivanovitch for the purpose?

"As much as you like. But I myself--yes, and Polina and Monsieur

de Griers too--we all of us hope to have the pleasure of

escorting you."

"Mais, madame, cela sera un plaisir," De Griers commented with

a bewitching smile.

"'Plaisir' indeed! Why, I look upon you as a perfect fool,

monsieur." Then she remarked to the General: "I am not going to

let you have any of my money. I must be off to my rooms now, to

see what they are like. Afterwards we will look round a little.

Lift me up."

Again the Grandmother was borne aloft and carried down the

staircase amid a perfect bevy of followers--the General walking

as though he had been hit over the head with a cudgel, and De

Griers seeming to be plunged in thought. Endeavouring to be left

behind, Mlle. Blanche next thought better of it, and followed

the rest, with the Prince in her wake. Only the German savant

and Madame de Cominges did not leave the General's apartments.

X

At spas--and, probably, all over Europe--hotel landlords and

managers are guided in their allotment of rooms to visitors, not

so much by the wishes and requirements of those visitors, as by

their personal estimate of the same. It may also be said that

these landlords and managers seldom make a mistake. To the

Grandmother, however, our landlord, for some reason or another,

allotted such a sumptuous suite that he fairly overreached

himself; for he assigned her a suite consisting of four

magnificently appointed rooms, with bathroom, servants'

quarters, a separate room for her maid, and so on. In fact,

during the previous week the suite had been occupied by no less

a personage than a Grand Duchess: which circumstance was duly

explained to the new occupant, as an excuse for raising the

price of these apartments. The Grandmother had herself carried--

or, rather, wheeled--through each room in turn, in order that she

might subject the whole to a close and attentive scrutiny; while

the landlord--an elderly, bald-headed man--walked respectfully by

her side.

What every one took the Grandmother to be I do not know, but it

appeared, at least, that she was accounted a person not only of

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