He is always in and out of this
place, and if he sees your name on the register--or his mother, Lady
Enterdean, sees it--it seems to me it's about all up!"
"A piece of bravado, I must admit," Mr. Parker muttered--"a piece of
absolute bravado! But there's the young woman who's responsible!" he
added, shaking his fist at Eve. "I may have suggested our coming to your
party as the Bundercombes, but it was Eve's idea that we put up this
little piece of bluff. Now I'm all for Paris!" he went on insinuatingly.
At that precise moment I felt that there was nothing I wanted so much as
to get Eve away from the Ritz, and I fell in with the scheme.
"We'll all go," I suggested. "I haven't had a week in Paris for a long
time."
Eve handed me my tea.
"Don't count me in!" she begged. "I never felt less inclined to move from
anywhere. If being Eve Bundercombe means living at the Ritz I think I'd
rather go on. The life of an adventuress is, after all, just a little
strenuous and I am tired of living on the thin edge of nothing."
"Perhaps, before you know where you are," Mr. Bundercombe remarked
gloomily, "you'll be living on the thin edge of a little less than
nothing!"
There was a knock at the door.
Pages:
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142