In the afternoon, being somewhat alone, Tommy thought he would explore the hotel, which was something of a town in itself. He descended from his apartment on the third floor, with the intention of going to the courtyard. But he could not find the place which had so attracted him from his window. He tried to go back, but lost the way even to his apartment. He descended again, but failed to find any place he remembered to have seen before. It was all as grand as a palace, but as puzzling as a labyrinth he had seen in the grounds of Hampton Court Palace. He said to one after another of the very polite people he chanced to meet,-- "Please, sir [or madam], do you speak English?" He received only smiles of good-will, and courteous shakes of the head, in answer to all inquiries. Tommy remembered his French lessons. Happy thought! He accosted a servant, whose knowledge of the language he fancied might be as simple as his own:-- "_Pardon, Monsieur, voulez-vous avez la bonté de m'indiquer un valet-de-place?_" "_Je ne comprends pas_," said he. "_Je ne comprends pas_," said Tommy. "_Je ne puis pas trouver ma chambre_," pointing upward. "_Voulez-vous m'indiquer quelqu'un qui parle l'Anglais?_" "_Je ne comprends pas._" "_Ne comprenez-vous Français?_" said Tommy. The man's face wore a willing, but very puzzled expression. Just then a girl with a happy face came out of one of the rooms. "Do you speak"---- "Why, yes, of course I speak. I am very glad to meet you here. How pleasant!" [Illustration: "JE NE COMPRENDS PAS."] It was Agnes, the young lady who had made herself so agreeable on the steamer. The next morning, after a chat with Agnes, Master Lewis said to Tommy,-- "I think I will let you take a day to go where you like." "Will you not let me go with you?" asked Agnes. "It is a fête day, or some kind of Church festival, and I would like to go to that lovely church of St. Eustache, where they have the finest organ and sweetest chanting in the world. I know you will like it. It took a hundred years to build the church. It is all just like fairy-land." As Agnes had been reading the comedies of Molière, the French Shakspeare, she induced Tommy to attend her to the old Théâtre Français, which was under the direction of the great dramatist for many years, and where he was stricken down by death in the middle of a play. It was not open for an exhibition at the hour of the visit, but a courteous Frenchman took them through it, and related to Agnes some pleasing anecdotes of Molière.