The Professors House
mer we’ll lead a scholarly life in Paris. I have my
own reasons for wishing you to go along, Professor.
The pleasure of your company would be quite
enough, but I have also other reasons. I want
to see the intellectual side of Paris, and to meet
some of the savants and men of letters whom you
know. What a shame Gaston Paris is not living!
We could very nicely make up a little party at
Laperouse for him. But there are others.”
Mrs. St. Peter developed the argument. “Yes, Louie, you and Godfrey can lunch with the scholars while Rosamond and I are shopping.”
Marsellus looked alarmed. “Not at all, Dearest! It’s to be understood that I always shop with you. I adore the shops in Paris. Besides, we shall want you with us when we lunch with celebrities. When was a savant, and a Frenchman, not eager for the company of two charming ladies at dejeuner? And you may have too much of the society of your sposi; very nice for you to have variety. You must keep a little engagement book: Lundi, dejeuner, M. Emile Faguet. Mercredi, diner, M. Anatole France; and so on.”
St. Peter chuckled. “I’m afraid you exaggerate the circumference of my social circle, Louie. I haven’t the pleasure of knowing Anatole France.”
“No matter; we can have M. Paul Bourget for Wesnesday.”
“You can help us, too, about finding things for the
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