Publisher's Synopsis
Nancy crept nearer to her husband. It was tiresome that she knew so little French. "I'm telling the man we're not in any hurry, and that he can take us round by the Boulevards. I won't have you seeing Paris from an ugly angle the first time-darling!" "But Jack? It's nearly midnight! Surely there'll be nothing to see on the Boulevards now?" "Won't there? You wait and see-Paris never goes to sleep!" And then-Nancy remembered it long, long afterwards-something very odd and disconcerting happened in the big station yard of the Gare de Lyon. The horse stopped-stopped dead. If it hadn't been that the bridegroom's arm enclosed her slender, rounded waist, the bride might have been thrown out. The cabman stood up in his seat and gave his horse a vicious blow across the back. "Oh, Jack!" Nancy shrank and hid her face in her husband's arm. "Don't let him do that! I can't bear it!"
