“Why are you going to Paris?” he asked her.
“My father has gone to Scotland and I thought it would be a good opportunity to go to see my cousin, Lady Walton, who has been ill for a long time.”
“That is most kind of you,” said the Comte. “But it seems to be a waste of a visit to Paris if that is all you are going to do.”
Malvina smiled at him.
“I can think of other things, but it may be difficult. I have come away at a moment’s notice and so no one is aware of my impending arrival.”
“Well, I am aware of it now,” the Comte remarked. “So let’s sit down and you tell me what you want to see in Paris that would be different from what you saw when you were at the school.”
Malvina led the way into her compartment.
She guessed that Nanny was already lying down as she had felt seasick when
