The Red Cross Barge by Marie Belloc Lowndes

At twelve o'clock the Herr Doktor walked up to the Tournebride. He had thought it possible that he might meet Mademoiselle Rouannes in the town -- but it was in vain that he lingered on the way, and glanced up each steep byway, and quiet, shady street.

While he was eating an excellent _dejeuner_ at a table spread under the trees in the courtyard of the inn, he cleverly led Madame Blanc on to the subject of Dr. Rouannes. She, too, seemed quite another woman now that the Tournebride was her own again. To-day she was eager for a gossip.