Publisher's Synopsis
The elderly guy opened the door to the little salon de lecture and remarked, "I guess my daughter is in here." When George Flack discovered Mr. Dosson sitting on the hotel's court, he asked him where Miss Francina was. There were indistinct prostrations on seats of exhausted heads of American families, flittings of tray-bearing waiters and unheeded bells, discussions with landladies and sayings-fourth of admonitory landlady. Mr. Flack visited every day for the next month to lead them in the correct direction, pointing out its benefits in a way that made them realize how greatly they had erred. He had accepted from the beginning the notion that she was his enemy, and he made this point frequently enough to become grating. However, he purposefully kept quiet because he didn't want to attract any attention from strangers. While Francie gave the two guys coffee, he was smoking cigarettes with a buddy, which she found to be extremely nice. She had the same effect on the man who was with him and who never looked away from her as she continued to work on a number of completed and incomplete paintings. The night they accompanied Mr. Probert to the circus, Delia had erupted; she had apostrophized Francie while they were each sitting on red-damask chairs in their own rooms.
