”WillyoukindlyseethatMrs。Heronhasthisnote?””MadameHeronleftto-day，Monsieur——suddenly，aboutthreeo’clock。Therewasillnessinherfamily。”
Soamescompressedhislips。”Oh！”hesaid；”doyouknowheraddress?””Non，Monsieur。England，Ithink。”
Soamesputthenotebackintohispocketandwentout。Hehailedanopenhorse-cabwhichwaspassing。”Drivemeanywhere！”
Theman，who，obviously，didnotunderstand，smiled，andwavedhiswhip。AndSoameswasbornealonginthatlittleyellow-wheeledVictoriaalloverstar-shapedParis，withhereandthereapause，andthequestion，”C’estparici，Monsieur?””No，goon，”tillthemangaveitupindespair，andtheyellow-wheeledchariotcontinuedtorollbetweenthetall，flat-frontedshutteredhousesandplane-
treeavenues——alittleFlyingDutchmanofacab。