For a while he ascribed that resentment to the fact that she would cease
to be the excellent influence with Tinker she certainly was; and then he
grew resentful on his own account. It was hard, indeed, that he should
suddenly be deprived of the presence of so charming a creature at his
table, of so delightful a companion of his evening stroll in the gardens
of the Casino. If it hadn't been for those confounded millions--there he
checked himself sternly; the millions were there, and there was no more
to be said, or thought. But his temper was none the better for the
constraint.
After his late hours the night before, Tinker did not get up as early as
usual, and he and Elsie decided to forego their bathe in the sea, but
went straight to breakfast in the kitchen of the hotel. He found the
staff greatly concerned about the trouble which was likely to befall him
for borrowing the motor-car. It seemed that on finding it gone, its
owner, a M. Cognier, had displayed a wrath of the most terrible. Of
course an Argus-eyed busy-body had seen Tinker depart in it; and M.
Cognier, an Anglophobe, had declared his intention of punishing this
insolence of Perfidious Albion by handing him over to the police.
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