complete story by May Somerset . so she invented George . to be young - and alone - in Paris &amp;hellip; . what else could either of them do but pretend they were in love ? Judy stuck it for two days . then she revolted . and , being Judy , she decided she must do something about it . coming to Paris had been the biggest thrill in all the twenty years of her life . she had got the chance when Mr Cartwright &apos;s personal assistant had fallen ill at the last moment . Judy , who had worked under her , knew more about what this Paris conference was about than anyone else in the office - apart from Mr Cartwright , of course . so , at two days &apos; notice , she was off to Paris . Paris in the spring ! with mist rising from the Seine in the early morning and the cafes gaily spilling out across the pavements in the midday sunshine . she could see Notre Dame from her hotel window and the Arc de Triomphe from the window of the office where the conference was being held . it was all fabulous . walking to work , she wanted to sing . at lunch time she was torn between the desire to window shop and just sit at a cafe table and watch the world go by . it was the evenings that were the trouble . strolling along the streets , exploring Montmartre or the Isle de Cite was possible only if she had company . alone , it was apt to give the wrong impression . as Judy had found out . another girl would have done ; or an aunt or uncle , father or mother . it did n&apos;t have to be a young man ; though , naturally , that would have been better still . Judy knew no one in Paris , except Mr Cartwright , who was engaged every evening , and who was , anyway , at least sixty . but she certainly was not going to spend ten glorious evenings sitting in her hotel . so , something had to be done . and there was something she could do . at least , there was the possibility of something . being Judy , that was enough . one other person shared the room she had been given to work in , when she was not actually in the conference chamber taking notes . he was the personal assistant to the leader of the other English delegation . his name , she knew , was Charles Hanson . he was tall and lean and quite heart-stoppingly handsome , or would have been if he had n&apos;t looked so solemn all the time . he sat across the room from her and concentrated on his work . obviously he was immune to females or , at any rate , he was intent on giving that impression . but he was the only possibility . on the third afternoon of her stay Judy was desperate at the thought of another wasted evening in front of her . she did n&apos;t want to scare the poor man across the room . neither did she want to give him the impression that she was that type of girl . all she wanted was a companion so that she could move freely in the evenings . she &apos;d make quite , quite sure there would n&apos;t be any misunderstanding about it . so she invented George . well , perhaps not quite invented . because there was a George at home in England and he was apt to proudly announce he was her fellow , and there was no need to explain that he was five years old and her nephew into the bargain . coming back to the office after lunch , Judy stood at the big window for a moment before she went to her desk . below , in the Champs Elysees , the cars glittered in the sun and the pedestrians were dappled by leaf shadows . then , abruptly , she turned round . oh , I wish George was here . eh ? Charles Hanson was already at his desk . he raised his head , looking a trifle startled . Judy crossed to her own desk . I said I wished George was here , she repeated . he - he &apos;s someone I go about with a lot in London . it would be so heavenly to have him to go about with here . what do you do with your evenings here ? er - so far I &apos;ve gone for walks . are you going for one tonight ? I - yes , I thought of doing that . by yourself ? he straightened a little . certainly by myself . I do n&apos;t know anyone in Paris . neither do I . that &apos;s the trouble . she launched herself into her plan . you see , it &apos;s all very well for you ; you can go for walks by yourself , explore anywhere you like . but I can n&apos;t ; not alone . people seem to - to get the idea that I do n&apos;t really want to be alone . I &apos;ll go crazy if I have to spend every single evening that I &apos;m in Paris just sitting in the hotel . why , I may never get the chance to come here again . it would be all right if - George was here . but he is n&apos;t . so please , when you go for your walk , may I come with you ? good heavens ! do you know , I never thought of that . I imagined you &apos;d have lots of friends ; be out every night . I have n&apos;t and I &apos;m not , she retorted . I came at two days &apos; notice , so there was n&apos;t even time to find out if anyone I knew had friends in Paris . I know George has n&apos;t . she had to keep him in the foreground . he &apos;s never been to Paris . that was true , anyhow . would n&apos;t George mind if you came out with me ? Judy felt her colour rising . thank goodness he had no means of knowing she always did blush furiously if she had told even the tiniest and whitest of lies ! well , he does rather like me to himself . that , too , was true . but I can n&apos;t waste all my evenings here . I want to see so much . I want to go on buses and the Metro , up to Montmartre and along the left bank . I want to go on a river trip . then a thought struck her . she had invented George , but , after all , Charles Hanson might have someone who would prefer that he did spend his evenings in Paris in lonely solitude . of course , if you &apos;ve got someone who might not like it &amp;hellip; . well , I do n&apos;t think Peggy would take to the idea , but she is n&apos;t here , is she ? suddenly he grinned . if you &apos;ll risk George finding out , I &apos;ll do the same with Peggy . after all , as you obviously can n&apos;t go around by yourself I &apos;d be a boor to condemn you to your hotel for the rest of your evenings in Paris . so , shall we say six o&apos;clock , providing this afternoon &apos;s conference does n&apos;t run late . still , as we &apos;ll both be there &amp;hellip; . they met at six , by the elevators on the ground floor . Charles grinned again as she came towards him and Judy found herself thinking that this Peggy was pretty lucky . plainly , Charles was shy at first , but when his smile was so wide and friendly you just had to like him . as far as the evening was concerned , her plan could n&apos;t have worked better . she &apos;d been right in thinking that Paris in the evening , with a companion , would be a simply wonderful place . they ate in the Place de Republique and then went up to Montmartre and found a fair going on in the streets . they talked and laughed with all sorts of people . they had coffee at several different cafes . they looked down on the twinkling lights of Paris . and then they walked down the steep streets and back to her hotel . it was marvellous ! there were stars in Judy &apos;s eyes . it &apos;s exactly as I thought it would be . he looked down at her . you must bring George here , one day , and show it to him . is he fun to be with ? because she felt such a stab of guilt she said quickly : he &apos;s the greatest fun in the world . and I will bring him one day . she &apos;d be grey-haired by the time he was old enough and probably still a spinster . will you bring Peggy , too ? she asked . he hesitated , then he shook his head . I do n&apos;t think so . she finds going abroad too complicated . she &apos;s content with Britain . so Paris could stay theirs . Judy could n&apos;t help her heart giving a little leap . neither could she help the malicious little thought that Peggy sounded both drab and dreary . Charles was certainly neither . she took herself to task several times during the next few days , however . after all , she had thrust herself on to Charles when , quite obviously , he &apos;d had every intention of staying solitarily true to Peggy . to do anything unfair to Peggy would be mean and despicable . but it was a little difficult to remember that when they were seated , shoulder to shoulder , on a boat on the Seine and there was a moon overhead . neither was it easy when they walked back to her hotel and their hands touched and linked for a moment before she pulled hers away . George ? he asked . and Peggy , she retorted , almost sharply . he moved a little away from her . you &apos;re right , of course . but it &apos;s been a good evening , has n&apos;t it ? wonderful . it was extraordinary how it could hurt to say just one word . it would have been silly - and it would have admitted things she did n&apos;t want to admit if she had refused to go out with him any more . so at the week-end they explored further . they went to St Cloud and , of course , Versailles . the sun continued to shine and Judy wore the summer dresses she had packed with so much excitement . but at night , back in her hotel room , she took to standing at her window for a long time , leaning on the window sill and looking out at Paris as it slept . she was storing it all up in her heart . though now , she knew , it would hurt unbearably every time she remembered it , and she would go on remembering it all her life . perhaps Charles would remember , too , even if he did have his Peggy who never wanted to leave England . she certainly could n&apos;t know what she was missing . Charles was lucky ; this could fade to a dream for him . he had someone to put in its place . but she - well , George , at five years old , did n&apos;t promise to be much help , even though she did love him so much . rather ostentatiously she bought postcards for George everywhere they went . if Charles did n&apos;t like it , well , he could buy them for Peggy , could n&apos;t he ? inevitably their last day came , their last evening . we &apos;re doing a show tonight , Charles informed her masterfully . and a night club afterwards . you &apos;re not going back to George without sampling that side of Paris night life . actually Judy did n&apos;t enjoy it very much . she kept remembering that tomorrow night she &apos;d be back home , and there would be no Charles . it was her own fault , of course . she had started it all , and if she &apos;d got hurt there was no one else to blame . but it was going to be lonely after tonight . and the loneliness seemed to have crept into her heart already . after they had been at the night club for some time they fell silent . Judy watched the dancers firmly . she must n&apos;t blink or the tears in her eyes might spill over , and she knew that Charles was looking at her averted face . ready to go ? he said suddenly . quite ready . she rose at once . but when they were outside neither of them made any attempt to turn in the direction of her hotel . the night club was in Montmartre and , wordlessly , they walked up towards the Sacre Coeur , and then , in the shadow of the great church , they turned and looked down over Paris . the moon was paling ; it was almost dawn . Charles said softly : shall we see the sunrise ? everyone should do that once . so they waited , and gradually the sky turned to a pale green and then to pink and then to misty gold which seemed to envelop everything . Judy knew that if she made the slightest move towards Charles she would be in his arms . 