"It won't be wildly gay," said Noel as he saw Judy off at Victoria Station two days later, "but you'll have sun and a change of scene. Anyhow, I have a pretty good hunch that the old boy's going to get better."
Judy was talking to him through the window, feeling like anybody in the world but Judy Pendleton. She, of all people, to be going to Cannes; and alone! Well, nothing ever happened but the unexpected, and this was the unexpected in one of its pleasantest forms. And if only Noel should prove to be right about his "hunch"! . . .
"He must get better! I should so love to see him and Claire hobnobbing together. Write to me at least every other day, won't you? And tell me all about Connie and Petrovitch—only I hope there won't be much to tell—and Eric and Louise, and"
"Anything else?"
"Yes," she said. "Find out what the family thought of Chip. I'm longing to know."
