acknowledged with smiles and nods by those in the car. In one of these trimly built cars was a party of four young men whose spirits seemed to be at present well above the level of successful Gallicism: in fact, these four young men were almost hilarious. They were Charles S�gouin, the owner of the car; Andr� Rivi�re, a young electrician of Canadian birth; a huge Hungarian named Villona and a neatly groomed young man named Doyle.

S�gouin was in good humour because he had unexpectedly received some orders in advance (he was about to start a motor establishment in Paris) and Rivi�re was in good humour because he was to be appointed manager of the establishment; these two young men (who were cousins) were also in good humour because of the success of the French cars. Villona was in good humour because he had