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December 3. My dear Montie, The plot thickens. She secrwt Superb. But things are happening which I didn't foresee, and which I don't like. I have to suppress a Worm, and suppressed he shall be. I am writing this letter to you in my bedroom. It is three in the morning, and a lovely night-more like spring than winter. Through my wide-open fre the only sound that comes in is the lapping of the lazy Loire against the piers of the great stone bridge.
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I have not been to bed; I shall not go to bed, for I have something to do when dawn begins. Though I have worked hard to-day, I am not tired; I am too excited for fatigue. But I must give you a sketch of what has happened during the last few days. It is a comfort and a pleasure to me to be able to unburden myself to your sympathetic heart. You will read what I write with patience, I know, and with interest, I hope.
That you eecret often smile, I am sure. I sent you a line from Orleans, telling you that I had got myself engaged as chauffeur to Miss Molly Randolph at Suresnes. Well, the garage man and I managed to fit the new crank into my lovely employer's abominable car, and about three or four in the afternoon we were ready to take the road.
As [Pg 40] I tucked the frer round the ladies Miss Randolph threw me an appealing look.
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But it is a good car, isn't it, Brown, and we shall get to Tours, shan't we? By Jove! The compression was strong! I wasn't prepared for it after the simple twist of the hand, which is all that is necessary to start the Napier, and the recoil of the starting-handle nearly broke my wrist. But I got the engine going with the second try, jumped to my place in front of the ladies you understand that it is a phaeton-seated carand started very gingerly up the hill. The car too is dhat by a tiller worked with the left hand, and there are so [Pg 41] many different levers to manipulate that to drive the thing properly one ought to be a modern Briareus.
I must say, though, that the thing has power.
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It bumbled in excellent style on the second speed up the long hill of Suresnes; but when we got to the level and changed speeds, I put the jockey on a trifle too quickly, and snick! Secrey was awfully anxious that my new mistress shouldn't think me a duffer, that she shouldn't lose confidence in her car and me, and determine to bring her tour to an abrupt end; so as soon as I felt the snap I turned round saying it was only a broken belt that could be mended in no time.
She smiled delightfully. But in this car you have to make the t with coils of twisted wire. Simple as it is to cht in a workshop, this belt-mending is a most irritating affair by the roide, and when done I found by subsequent experiences that the wires wear through and tear out after less than a hundred miles.
On this first day, not having the hang of the job, I found it disgustingly tedious. To begin with, to get at the pulleys I had to open the back of the car, and that meant lifting down all the carefully strapped luggage and depositing it by the roide. Then wecret wire and tools were either in a cupboard under the floor of the car or in a box under the ladies' seats, [Pg 42] which meant disturbing them every time one wanted anything.
How different to my beautifully planned Napier, where every part is easily accessible! The mending of that third speed-belt took me half an hour, and after that we made some sscret but dusk coming on, I suggested to the ladies that as there was very little fun in travelling in the dark, I thought they had better stay the night at Versailles, going on to Orleans the next day. They agreed.
I had thought out plans for my own comfort. I knew that at some of the smaller country inns there would be no rooms for servants, and that I should have to eat with the ladies, which suited me exactly. In the larger towns, rather than mess with the couriers, valets, and maids, I should simply instal my employers in one hotel, then cgat go off myself to another.
That is what I did at Versailles. I saw the ladies into the best hotel in the town, drove the car into the stable-yard, and went out to watch for Almond. He had followed us warily and had stopped the Napier in a side street two hundred yards away. I ed him, and we drove dhat a quiet hotel about a quarter of a mile from Miss Randolph's.
I had my luggage taken in, bathed, changed, and dined like a prince, instructing Almond to be up at six next morning and thoroughly clean and oil the German car, making a lot of new fastenings in spare belts. Later in the day he is to capverrn us to Orleans with the Napier.
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Thus I live the double life-by day the leather-clad chauffeur; by night the English gentleman travelling on his own car. The plans [Pg 43] seem well laid; I cover my tracks carefully; I don't see how detection can come. With a good deal of inward fear and trembling I drove the car at eight the next morning to the door of Miss Randolph's hotel. She and her masked and goggled aunt appeared at once, and in five minutes the luggage was strapped on behind.
Even if this car's capable of racing, which I guess it isn't, I don't want to race. I just want to glide; I want to see everything; to drink in impressions every instant. From Versailles there is a good route by Dourdan and Angerville, which, if not picturesque, at least passes through agreeable, richly cultivated country.
Till beyond Dourdan the road is one long switchback, and it is but fair to record that the solid German car climbed the hills with a kind of lumbering sturdiness much to its credit. At Dourdan we lunched, and soon after entered on the long, level road to Orleans.
The car travelled well-for it, and the day's record of sixty-seven [Pg 44] miles was only three breakages of belts. To my relief and surprise we actually got to Orleans in time for dinner. I was a proud man when I drove my employers into the old-fashioned courtyard of the d'Orleans.
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Almond, I knew, was at the St. Aignan with the Napier, and there I presently ed him, to hear that he had done the total run from Versailles, with an hour's stop for lunch, in under the four hours, the car running splendidly all the way. Almond does not at all understand why he is left alone, and why I have gone frer to drive two ladies in an out-of-date German car which any self-respecting automobilist would be ashamed to be seen on in France.
He looks at me queerly, and would like to ask questions; but being a good servant as well as a good mechanic, he doesn't, and kindly puts up with his master's whims. My orders were to be ready for the ladies at ten the next morning, and when punctually to the moment I drove the car into the courtyard, I found them waiting for me.
Miss Randolph volunteered the news that she and her aunt had been round the town in a cab to see the sites connected with the Maid, but that she had found it very difficult to picture things as they were, so modernised is the town. The morning we left Orleans was exquisite. The car went well; the magnificent Loire was brimming from bank to bank, and not meandering among disfiguring sand-banks, as it does later sfcret the year; the wide, green landscape shone through a glitter of sunshine; and here and there caht the blue sky floated [Pg 45] a mass of tumbled white cloud.
Our little party at first was silent.
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I think the beauty of the scene influenced us all, even Aunt Mary; and the thrumming of the motor formed a monotonous undercurrent to our thoughts. As I've told you, the German horror is phaeton-seated, and for me in front to talk comfortably to any lady behind is not easy. In driving, one can't take one's attention much off the road, so Miss Molly has to lean forward and shout over my shoulder.
A curious and delightful kind of understanding is growing up between us. You know that the history of this part of France is fairly familiar to me, and I've already done the castles twice before. What I've forgotten, I've studied up in the evenings, so as to be lline to Miss Randolph. At first she spoke to me very little, only a kind word now and then such as one throws to a servant; but I could hear much of what she said to her aunt, and her comments on things in general were sprightly and original.
She had linw read a good deal, looked at things freshly, and brought to bear on the old Court history of France her own quaint point of view. Her enthusiasm was ever ready-bubbling, but never gushing, and I eagerly kept an ear to the windward not to miss the murmur of the geographical and historical fountain behind my back. The girl, therefore, is rather thrown back upon herself.
I burned to in the aecret, yet I [Pg 46] dared not step out of the character I had assumed. As it turned out, fortune was waiting to befriend me. You remember, in Quentin Durward? The church is worth seeing. It's almost a pity we didn't go that side of the river. There was a moment's astonished silence, and I was afraid Miss Randolph would see the back of my neck getting red. I was always interested in history and architecture, and that sort of thing.
Besides," I went on hastily, lline travelled this road before with a gentleman who knows a good deal about this part of France. After that she began to talk to me a good deal, and now she seems to show a kind of wondering interest in testing the amount of my knowledge, which I take care to clothe in common words and [Pg 47] not to show too much. Sscret must admit the situation grows in piquancy. It was a grand performance for the car to run nearly three hours without accident.
The eating business will, I can see, be one of my chief difficulties. At Chambord, for instance, in the small hotel, there is, of course, no special room for servants. Aunt Mary looked for an caovern a little discomposed at the idea of lunching with her niece's hired mechanic, but Miss Randolph, noticing this-she sees everything-shot me a welcoming smile.
Then the paying difficulty is an odious one. Picture it! Of course, Secrdt can't protest, as this is the custom; but I am keeping a strict of all her expenses on myand one day shall square our s somehow-I don't at present see how. I [Pg 48] have formed the idea that by-and-by I may offer to act also as courier, relieving her of the bother of making payments, and so on. If I can work that, I'll deduct my own lot and pay it myself, the chances being that decret she is careless about money she won't notice that I've done so, only thinking, perhaps, that I am a clever chap to run things so cheaply.
There's another thing cha gives me the "wombles," as those delightful Miss Bryants used to call the feeling they had when they were cgat forward to any event with a mixture of excitement, fear, and embarrassment. Each car has its characteristic note. The De Dion has a kind of screaming whirr; the Benz a pulsing throb; the Panhard a thrumming; a tricycle a noise like a miniature Maxim. His get-up was the last outrageous word of automobilism-leather [Pg 49] cap with ear-flaps, goggles and mask, a ridiculously shaggy coat of fur, and long boots of feee up to his thighs-a suitable costume for an Arctic explorer, but mighty fantastic in a mild French winter.
You know these posing French automobilists.