"I must tell Phillips what you say. He's out for a fight with
him. Government by Parliament or Government by Press is going to be his
war cry."
"Good man," said Mrs. Denton. "I'm quite serious. You tell him from me
that the next revolution has got to be against the Press. And it will be
the stiffest fight Democracy has ever had."
The old lady had tired herself. Joan undertook the mission. She thought
she would rather enjoy it, and Mrs. Denton promised to let her have full
instructions. She would write to her friends in Paris and prepare them
for Joan's coming.
Joan remembered Folk, the artist she had met at Flossie's party, who had
promised to walk with her on the terrace at St. Germain, and tell her
more about her mother. She looked up his address on her return home, and
wrote to him, giving him the name of the hotel in the Rue de Grenelle
where Mrs. Denton had arranged that she should stay. She found a note
from him awaiting her when she arrived there. He thought she would like
to be quiet after her journey. He would call round in the morning.
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