Kate thought hurriedly. “That’s very kind of them. Are
you sure I would be no trouble?”
“They have said they would be delighted,” Jean-Paul
assured her. “They are very ordinary people, you
understand—a family, but charming and kind. Henry
Murray works with me.”
Kate said, “I didn’t even know you had a job, Jean-Paul!”
He laughed. “You thought I was a parasite? Mais non, I
am a worker bee, I assure you. I run one of Marc’s
companies.”
“Oh,” said Kate flatly.
Jean-Paul was silent for a second, then he said, “But you
will come, Kate? I would so like that. And Pyrakis would
like to meet you again. I saw him yesterday and he
mentioned you with great admiration.”
Kate felt herself blushing. “Well, thank you very much,
then, Jean-Paul. I would like to come.”
“You will fly? Shall I arrange your ticket?”
“No,” she said hastily, “I’ll do all that. When shall I
arrive?”
“Saturday morning, perhaps? I will meet you at Orly if
you give me the time of your flight. Drop me a postcard. I
must run now. Au revoir, ma chere.”
“Au revoir, Jean-Paul,” she said, as the phone clicked.
She turned to face her mother, still flushed. Mrs.
Caulfield looked dazed.
“What was all that about?” asked her mother.
“Someone I met in Greece, asking me to Paris for the
weekend.” Kate kissed her quickly. “Must fly or I’ll be late.”
“Kate!” her mother called after her, protesting, but she