The elderly guy opened the door to the little salon de lecture and
remarked, "I guess my daughter is in here." When George Flack discovered
Mr. Dosson sitting on the hotel's court, he asked him where Miss
Francina was. There were indistinct prostrations on seats of exhausted
heads of American families, flittings of tray-bearing waiters and
unheeded bells, discussions with landladies and sayings-fourth of
admonitory landlady. Mr. Flack visited every day for the next month to
lead them in the correct direction, pointing out its benefits in a way
that made them realize how greatly they had erred. He had accepted from
the beginning the notion that she was his enemy, and he made this point
frequently enough to become grating. However, he purposefully kept quiet
because he didn't want to attract any attention from strangers. While
Francie gave the two guys coffee, he was smoking cigarettes with a
buddy, which she found to be extremely nice. She had the same effect on
the man who was with him and who never looked away from her as she
continued to work on a number of completed and incomplete paintings. The
night they accompanied Mr. Probert to the circus, Delia had erupted; she
had apostrophized Francie while they were each sitting on red-damask
chairs in their own rooms.
