XII
He found Nicole in the garden with her arms folded high on her shoulders. She looked at him with straight gray eyes, with a child’s searching wonder.
‘I went to Cannes,’ he said. ‘I ran into Mrs. Speers. She’s leaving to-morrow. She wanted to come up and say good-by to you, but I slew the idea.’
‘I’m sorry. I’d like to have seen her. I like her.’
‘Who else do you think I saw, Bartholomew Tailor.’
‘You didn’t.’
‘I couldn’t have missed that face of his, the old experienced weasel. He was looking over the ground for Ciro’s Menagerie, they’ll all be down next year. I suspected Mrs. Abrams was a sort of outpost.’
‘And Baby was outraged the first summer we came here.’
‘They don’t really give a damn where they are, so I don’t see why they don’t stay and freeze in Deauville.’
‘Can’t w
