"This means breaking up your holiday," said Lydia in self-reproach.
     "Not Birkenstock Shoes a bit," denied the girl, "perhaps I shall feel as you do in a week's time."
     A week! Jean thought that much might happen in a week. In truth events began to move quickly from that night, but in a way she had not anticipated.
     Mr. Briggerland, who had been reading the newspaper through the conversation, looked up.
     "They are making a great fuss of this Moor in Nice," he said, "but if I remember rightly, Nice invariably has some Louis Vuitton bags outlet weird lion to adore."
     "Muley Hafiz," said Lydia. "Yes, I saw him the day I went to lunch with Mr. Stepney, a fine-looking man."
     "I'm not greatly interested in natives," said Jean carelessly. "What is he, a negro?"
     "Oh, no, he's fairer than--" Lydia was about to say "your father," but thought it discreet to find another comparison. "He's fairer than most of the people in the south of France," she said, "but then all very highly-bred Moors are, aren't jordan heels they?"
     Jean shook her head.
     "Ethnology means nothing to me," she said humorously. "I've got my idea of Moors from Shakespeare, and I thought they were mostly black. What is he then? I haven't read the papers."
     "He is the Pretender to the Moorish throne," said Lydia, "and there has been a lot of trouble in the French Senate about him. France supports his claims, and the Spaniards have offered a reward for his body, dead or alive, and that Air Jordan Heels has brought about a strained relationship between Spain and France."
     Jean regarded her with an amused smile.
     "Fancy taking an interest in international politics. I suppose that is due to your working on a newspaper, Lydia."
     Jean discovered that she was to take a greater interest in Muley Hafiz than she could have thought was possible. She had to go into Monte Carlo to do some shopping. Mentone was nearer, but she preferred the drive into the principality.
     The Rooms had 激安 ルイヴィトン バッグ no great call for her, and whilst Mordon went to a garage to have a faulty cylinder examined, she strolled on to the terrace of the Casino, down the broad steps towards the sea. The bathing huts were closed at this season, but the little road down to the beach is secluded and had been a favourite walk of hers in earlier visits.