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uck. "I'm rather tired, and my head aches a little," she said. "I think I'll go home." Eve rose also. "You call the Hotel de Paris 'home?'" she asked. "I begin to feel quite at home," Mary answered. "I've been there nearly three weeks, and it seems longer." They walked together out of the bright room of the large decorative picture called jestingly "The Three Disgraces," on through the Salle Schmidt, and so to the atrium. "If you don't mind," said Lady Dauntrey, "I'll go with you as far as your hotel. There's a hat in a shop round the corner I've been dying for. Now, thanks to the luck you've brought me, I shall treat myself to it, as a kind of Christmas present. You know, day after to-morrow will be Christmas. Surely you'll be rather lonely in your 'home' then, or have you friends who are going to take you away for the day?" "No," Mary replied, as they went down the steps of the Casino. "No one has mentioned Christmas. I suppose people don't think as much about celebrating Christmas here, where it's almost like summer. Besides, I have very few friends." "Haven't you made a good many acquaintances?" "Not many. Four or five. One lady has called--I think she is the wife of the chaplain of the Church of England--but I was out, and I haven't returned her visit yet. One seems to have so little time here! And the cure of Roquebrune, the village on the hill, has been--twice. I was out both times. I'm always out, I'm afraid. But that reminds me, I must send him a Christmas present for his church." "I should be delighted if you'd dine with us on Christmas night," said Lady Dauntrey, cordially. "Do! At eight o'clock. We have such a merry party with us--all young, or if not young they feel so, which is the true Christmas spirit." "You're very kind----" Mary began; but suspecting hesitation, Lady Dauntrey broke in. "That's settled, then. I'm _so_ pleased! And would you care to go to a dance on Christmas eve?--a rather wonderful dance it will be, on board a big yacht in the harbour. You must have noticed her--_White Lady_ her name is--and she belongs to Mr. Samuel Holbein, the South African millionaire. You've heard of him, of course. His wife and daughter are on board, and they've begged me to bring as many girls to the dance as I can, for there'll be a lot of men. You know there are heaps more young men about here than there are girls--so unusual except at Monte Carlo." "A dance on a yacht!" Mary echoed. The
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