Velvet Ear-Pads by Edith Wharton — Read

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.