C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson

“ When one has joined the ranks of the lower classes, one might as well reap some advantages from the change!
"What we 'll do," said Mr. Dane, "is to look first at all the things the Turnours are sure to look at last. By that plan we shall avoid them, and as I know my way about Avignon pretty well, you may set your mind at rest."
I can think of nothing more delightful than a day in Avignon, with an agreeable brother and—a mind at rest. ”

“ I asked, pointing to the coin.
It was ten francs, a good deal more than I could afford, more than half my whole remaining fortune. "Could not madame make it a little cheaper?" I pleaded with the fat lady whose extremely aquiline nose proclaimed that she had no personal interest in saints. But no, madame could not make it cheaper; the coin was of real silver, the figure well chased; a recherché little pocket-piece, and a great luck-bringer for anybody connected with the automobile. No accident would presume to happen to one who carried that on his person. ”

“ I suggested Vaucluse for the afternoon, as it 's but a short spin from Avignon, and I just happened to mention that her ladyship might find use for you there, to follow her to the fountain with extra wraps in case of mistral. I thought, of all places you 'd hate to miss Vaucluse. And we 're to come back here for the night."
I feared that Monsieur Charretier's sudden disappearance might upset the Turnours' plans, but Mr. Dane did n't think so. He had impressed it upon Sir Samuel that no motorist who had not thoroughly "done" Avignon and Vaucluse would be tolerated in automobiling circles. ”

“ It would be worse than nothing to give a base imitation. Instead of feeling flattered, St. Christopher would have a right to be annoyed, and perhaps to punish. Recklessly I passed across the counter ten francs, and made the coveted saint mine. Then I darted out, just in time to meet Mr. Dane at the door of the restaurant.
"This is for you," I said. "It 's to give you luck."
I pressed the coin into his hand, and he looked at it on his open palm. ”

“ I have n't a happy talent for lying. I do, or rather did when I had nothing else on hand, send occasional sketches to a paper. But the more I look at my 'motor maid,' the more I feel I should like to keep her—in my sketch-book—if you 're willing I should have her? ”