Velvet Ear-Pads by Edith Wharton

At Monte Carlo the Professor captured a porter and rescued his luggage. / Exhausted by this effort, and by the attempt to communicate with the / porter, first in Latin and then in French as practised at Purewater, he / withdrew to a corner of the waiting-room and fished in his pockets for / the address of the quiet _pension_ in the hills. He found it at last, / and handed it wearily to the porter. The latter threw up his hands. / "_Parti! Parti! Autobus_ gone. " That devil of a woman had been right!

When would there be another, the Professor asked.