started on again down the Boulevard. A horse cab passed us. Bill looked at it.
âSee that horse cab? Going to have that horse cab stuffed for you for Christmas. Going to give all my friends stuffed animals. Iâm a nature-writer.â
A taxi passed, someone in it waved, then banged for the driver to stop. The taxi backed up to the curb. In it was Brett.
âBeautiful lady,â said Bill. âGoing to kidnap us.â
âHullo!â Brett said. âHullo!â
âThis is Bill Gorton. Lady Ashley.â
Brett smiled at Bill. âI say Iâm just back. Havenât bathed even. Michael comes in tonight.â
âGood. Come on and eat with us, and weâll all go to meet him.â
âMust clean myself.â
âOh, rot! Come on.â
âMust bathe. He doesnât get in till nine.â
âCome and have a drink, then, before you bathe.â âMight do that. Now youâre not talking rot.â
We got in the taxi. The driver looked around. âStop at the nearest bistro,â I said.
âWe might as well go to the Closerie,â Brett said. âI canât drink these rotten brandies.â
âCloserie des Lilas.â Brett turned to Bill.
âHave you been in this pestilential city long?â
âJust got in today from Budapest.â
âHow was Budapest?â
âWonderful. Budapest was wonderful.â
âAsk him about Vienna.â
âVienna,â said Bill, âis a strange city.â
âVery much like Paris,â Brett smiled at him, wrinkling the corners of her eyes.
âExactly,â Bill said. âVery much like Paris at this moment.â
âYou
have
a good start.â
Sitting out on the terraces of the Lilas Brett ordered a whiskey and soda, I took one, too, and Bill took another pernod.
âHow are you, Jake?â
âGreat,â I said. âIâve had a good time.â
Brett looked at me. âI was a fool to go away,â she said. âOneâs an ass to leave Paris.â
âDid you have a good time?â
âOh, all right. Interesting. Not frightfully amusing.â
âSee anybody?â
âNo, hardly anybody. I never went out.â
âDidnât you swim?â
âNo. Didnât do a thing.â
âSounds like Vienna,â Bill said.
Brett wrinkled up the corners of her eyes at him. âSo thatâs the way it was in Vienna.â
âIt was like everything in Vienna.â
Brett smiled at him again.
âYouâve a nice friend, Jake.â
âHeâs all right,â I said. âHeâs a taxidermist.â
âThat was in another country,â Bill said. âAnd besides all the animals were dead.â
âOne more,â Brett said, âand I must run. Do send the waiter for a taxi.â
âThereâs a line of them. Right out in front.â
âGood.â
We had the drink and put Brett into her taxi.
âMind youâre at the Select around ten. Make him come. Michael will be there.â
âWeâll be there,â Bill said. The taxi started and Brett waved.
âQuite a girl,â Bill said. âSheâs damned nice. Whoâs Michael?â
âThe man sheâs going to marry.â
âWell, well,â Bill said. âThatâs always just the stage I meet anybody. Whatâll I send them? Think theyâd like a couple of stuffed race horses?â
âWe better eat.â
âIs she really Lady something or other?â Bill asked in the taxi on our way down to the lIe Saint Louis.
âOh, yes. In the studbook and everything.â
âWell, well.â
We ate dinner at Madame Lecomteâs restaurant on the far side of the island. It was crowded with Americans and we had to stand up and wait for a place. Someone had put it in the American Womenâs Club list as a quaint