“Mr. Cunningham thinks that they will be watching the Ports and perhaps the Railway Stations and are expecting us to go to England.”
“The Baron – I must tell the Baron!” the Duchesse cried.
“He already knows,” Gardenia said bitterly. “He has left Paris and he did not trouble to warn you.”
Her aunt put her hands up to her face with a gesture of utter despair.
“There is no time to think about anything, we have to pack,” Gardenia urged. “I will call the maids. I will tell them that we are going to England. You understand? We are going to England because you have had bad news. Yvonne is to be told to pack everything else and you will let her know where to bring it later. Do you understand. Aunt Lily?”
She walked over to her aunt and shook her by the arm. It seemed to her as though the old
