She looked at her watch. The same silver watch with which she had once crossed the hand of one who told her fortune. "How silly all that was!" she said. "I have learned wisdom now. Nearly half-past three. I never knew Madame late before." And now Betty began to watch the windows for the arrival of her chaperone; and four o'clock came, and five, but no Madame Gautier. She went out at last and asked to see the Patronne, and to her she explained in a French whose fluency out-ran its correctness, that a lady was to have called for her at three. It was now a quarter past five. What did Madame think she should do? Madame was lethargic and uninterested. She had no idea. She could not advise. Probably Mademoiselle would do well to wait always. The concierge was less aloof. But without doubt Madame, Mademoiselle's friend had forgotten the hour. She would arrive later, certainly. If not, Mademoiselle could stay the night at the hotel, where a young lady would be perfectly well, and go to Madame her friend in the morning. But Betty was not minded to stay the night alone at the Hótel Bête. For one thing she had very little money,--save that in the fat envelope addressed to Madame Gautier which her aunt had given her. It contained, she knew, the money to pay for her board and lessons during the next six months,--for the elder Miss Desmond was off to India, Japan and Thibet, and her horror of banks and cheques made her very downright in the matter of money. That in the envelope was all Betty had, and that was Madame Gautier's. But the other part of the advice--to go to Madame Gautier's in the morning? If in the morning, why not now? She decided to go now. No one opposed the idea much. Only Franz seemed a little disturbed and the concierge tepidly urged patience. But Betty was fretted by waiting. Also she knew that Vernon and his uncle might return at any moment. And it would perhaps be awkward for him to find her there--she would not for the world cause him a moment's annoyance. Besides he might think she had waited on the chance of seeing him again. That was not to be borne. "I will return and take my trunks," she said; and a carriage was called. There was something very exhilarating in driving through the streets of Paris, alone, in a nice little carriage with fat pneumatic tires. The street lamps were alight, and the shops not yet closed. Almost every house seemed to be a shop. "I wonder where all the people live," said Betty. The Place de la Concorde delighted her with its many lamps and its splendid space. "How glorious it would be to live alone in Paris," she thought, "be driven about in cabs just when one liked and where one liked! Oh, I am tired of being a school-girl! I suppose they won't let me be grown up till I'm so old I shall wish I was a school-girl again." She loved the river with its reflected lights,--but it made her shudder, too.