But it will
come; I know it will. I shall _feel_ where we ought to go, to be in the
midst of an adventure--oh, without being mixed up in it, so don't look
horrified! I told you that something was going to happen, and that I
wanted to be in it. Well, I mean to be, when the inspiration comes."
We put on our dark hats and long travelling cloaks. I pinned on Lisa's
veil, and my own. Then she peeped to see if anyone were about; but there
was nobody in the corridor. We hurried out, and as Lisa already knew
where to find the 'service' stairs, we were soon on the way down. At the
side entrance of the hotel the motor-cab was waiting, and when we were
both seated inside, Lisa spoke in French to the driver, who waited for
orders.
"I think you might take us to the Rue d'Hollande. Drive fast, please.
After that, I'll tell you where to go next."
"Is this your 'inspiration'?" I asked.
"I'm not sure yet. Why?" and her voice was rather sharp.
"For no particular reason. I'm a little curious, that's all."
We drove on for some minutes in silence. I was sure now that Lisa had
been playing with me, that all along she had had some special
destination in her mind, and that she had her own reasons for wanting to
bring me to it.
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