ten o'clock met
`` You 're a splendid lover ! '' declared Sir Charles as he mounted into the car beside the Count , while the latter , laughing lightly , bent to me , saying -- `` Back to Monte Carlo , as quick as we can get . '' I slipped along out of Nice , through Villefranche , round Beaulieu , slowing up for the corners , but travelling sharply on the open road , and we were soon back at the Paris . Having put the car into the garage , I walked round to the hotel , transformed myself from a leather-coated chauffeur into a Monte Carlo lounger , and just before ten o'clock met the Count going across the flower-scented Place to the Rooms . He was alone , and , recognising me , crossed and said -- `` Ewart , let 's walk up through the gardens . I want to have a word with you . '' I turned on my heel , and strolled with him .