Flack continued to the girl.

"It'll seem like old times, on the deck," she replied. "We're going to
the Bon Marche."

"Why don't you go to the Louvre? That's the place for YOU."

"We've just come from there: we've had quite a morning."

"Well, it's a good place," the visitor a trifle dryly opined.

"It's good for some things but it doesn't come up to my idea for
others."

"Oh they've seen everything," said Mr. Dosson. Then he added: "I guess
I'll go and call Francie."

"Well, tell her to hurry," Miss Delia returned, swinging a glove in each
hand.

"She knows my pace," Mr. Flack remarked.

"I should think she would, the way you raced!" the girl returned with
memories of the Umbria. "I hope you don't expect to rush round Paris
that way."

"I always rush. I live in a rush. That's the way to get through."

"Well, I AM through, I guess," said Mr. Dosson philosophically.