I had a
second-class ticket out here, and now I've only got four-and-sixpence
left."
She held out a small blue satin bag, displaying a few coins. "Perhaps
I'd better go and explain to the Manager." Emile shrugged his
shoulders. Obviously the girl was very young.
"On the whole I think you'd better not," he said. "You know nothing
about either myself or the Manager, and it seems you've got to trust
one of us so it may as well be me."
When he had arranged matters he departed, saying casually, "I'll come
in again to-night about nine o'clock to see how you are getting on.
Don't do anything insane, such as wandering about the streets, because
you feel dull. It won't hurt you to put up with the dulness for a bit.
You'll have plenty of excitement if you're going to live in Barcelona."
"_Tiens_!" said Arithelli to herself. "What manners and what dirty
nails! _C'est un homme epouvantable_, but very useful. But for him I
should have been prancing round this place all night, looking for
rooms."
She dragged her trunk towards her, and proceeded to unpack the
collection of gaudy dresses that she had bought with so much pride at
the _Bon Marche_ in Paris, and which were all in the worst possible
taste.
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