The whole incident
had come to assume much smaller proportions in retrospect, and the fact
that she and Tony had not encountered any other visitors at the hotel had
served to reassure her considerably.
By the end of a week Lady Susan was sufficiently convalescent to hobble
about with the aid of a stick, and when Tony called with a huge sheaf of
flowers for the invalid, and the news that there was a particularly good
programme of music to be given at the Kursaal that evening, she insisted
that Ann should go with him to hear it. Ann protested, but Lady Susan swept
her objections aside.
"My dear, you've been dancing attendance on a fidgety old cripple long
enough. Go along with Tony and squander your francs at boule, and drink
_cafe melange_ or ice-cream soda, or whatever indigestible drinks the
Kursaal management provides, and listen to this 'perfectly ripping
programme.'" She shot a quizzical glance at Tony. "And you can tell that
crabbed old uncle of yours to come to the villa and keep me amused in the
meantime."
And, since there was never any combating Lady Susan's decisions, matters
were arranged accordingly.
* * * * *
It was unusually gay at the Kursaal that evening.
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