--which it seems they are allowed to do in America, though I do
not think we should let them in much in France. Mrs. Shuster, who has
Mr. Storm for her secretary, is of the _syndicat_, and so is Mr. Edward
Caspian, the man who broke the bad news for me. He is about as young as
Mr. Storm, yet looks more young on account of being small and blond,
with curly hair like Larry's. But he is not like Larry in other ways.
Molly says he looks a combination of Lord Fauntleroy and Don Juan. I
have read Lord Fauntleroy when I was a child, but not Don Juan, so I
cannot judge. Do you know, _cherie_, I think he is in love with me, and
Angele thinks the same. She says it will be a good work to marry him,
as he has one of the most gross fortunes of America, besides being
rather _beau_, and _bon garcon_. Angele was not nice for a time when we
had no servants at Kidd's Pines, and I asked her to wash a dish. She had
the air of one ready to burst. But we stayed a few days at the Winstons'
place, which has been left in a will to them, and Angele became more
happy. She says Madame la Marquise often took counsel with her and
sacrificed her to me that I might have some one of experience to advise
me in things of life greater than the dressing of hair. She has fallen
into a devotion for Larry, and it is for his sake she wishes me to say
yes if I am asked by Mr. Caspian. Well! I have not to decide till by and
by, because he has not asked. For the moment I do not like him so very
strongly, I cannot know why. Every one else seems to, except Mr. Storm,
and a darling dog we have here, a golden collie, belonging to Larry, but
like the baths, not paid for. It jumped against Mr. Caspian and
frightened him so much that he wished it to be tied in a chain. We did
not do it, though. I don't love men to have fear of dogs.

Mr. Caspian has come to live with us--in our hotel, I mean. Though he
has the shares, if you will believe me he pays three hundred and fifty
francs a day. So does Mrs. Shuster. She has a suite of bedroom and
sitting-room. A good many of our rooms are like that, with curtains
between. It was Larry's idea when Mamma and he were married and invited
many guests.

Mr. Storm would not come to stay, though Mrs. S. wished to pay for him.
She is a very rich _bourgeoise_ who drops something off herself whenever
she moves, if it is only a hairpin; but many time it is a worse thing.
And she composes tracts about peace. She asked Mr. Storm to help her