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her egotism, and cause her to make a most ridiculous display of herself,
until at last, my sentiment changing, I felt genuinely sorry for her.
"My dear," she said, "what has been puzzling me all the evening is
their place of origin. Some, I regret to say, are actually our own
compatriots. But where do they come from?"
delicacies prepared by her own chef, sneered at the food of the pension,
and ordered special messes for her own consumption. Before we had
known her an hour she had given us a description of the wonderful interior
of her house in Rome, enumerated her servants, and gave us to understand
that she was exceedingly well-off, and quite a superior person. The people
one meets on the Riviera are really very entertaining.
"I don't think our effort at economy has met with very much success," I
remarked to Ulrica, when about a week later I sat over the cup of half-cold
coffee, the stale egg, the hunk of bread and the pat of rancid butter, which
together formed my breakfast.
So on the following day our trunks were called for by the hotel
omnibus, and we took up our quarters in that well-known hotel on the Quai
St. Jean Baptiste. Ulrica had known the Riviera ever since her girlhood.
With her parents she had gone abroad each autumn, had seen most of the
sights, and had thus received her education as a smart woman.
We were in the salon of the "Grand" on the night of our arrival, when
suddenly someone uttered my name. We both turned quickly, and to our
surprise saw two men we knew quite well in London standing before us.
One was Reginald Thorne, a dark-haired and more than usually good-
looking youth of about twenty-two or so, while the other was Gerald
Keppel, a thin, fair-moustached young man, some seven years his senior,
son of old Benjamin Keppel, the well-known South African milli