the only lake is in the Bois du Boulogne, and not particularly blue.
But there is everything else: plenty of pictures and churches, no end of
celebrated men, and several beautiful women."

"But I can't settle down in Paris at this season, just as summer is
coming on."

"Oh, for the summer go up to Trouville."

"What is Trouville?"

"The French Newport. Half the Americans go."

"Is it anywhere near the Alps?"

"About as near as Newport is to the Rocky Mountains."

"Oh, I want to see Mont Blanc," said Newman, "and Amsterdam, and the
Rhine, and a lot of places. Venice in particular. I have great ideas
about Venice."

"Ah," said Mr. Tristram, rising, "I see I shall have to introduce you to
my wife!"



CHAPTER III


He performed this ceremony on the following day, when, by appointment,