"It's quite possible that she did see her
uncle on the way. It's perhaps on this occasion that she got her
sister to come out of the wilderness. I have no doubt she had a
pass from the French Government giving her the completest freedom
of action. She must have got it in Paris before leaving."
Mr. Blunt broke out into worldly, slightly cynical smiles.
"She can get anything she likes in Paris. She could get a whole
army over the frontier if she liked. She could get herself
admitted into the Foreign Office at one o'clock in the morning if
it so pleased her. Doors fly open before the heiress of Mr.
Allegre. She has inherited the old friends, the old connections .
. . Of course, if she were a toothless old woman . . . But, you
see, she isn't. The ushers in all the ministries bow down to the
ground therefore, and voices from the innermost sanctums take on an
eager tone when they say, 'Faites entrer.' My mother knows
something about it. She has followed her career with the greatest
attention. And Rita herself is not even surprised. She
accomplishes most extraordinary things, as naturally as buying a
pair of gloves. People in the shops are very polite and people in
the world are like people in the shops.
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