ally, and Audrey supported him by the left arm, for the
right could not be touched.

"Hadn't you better take him home, Mrs. Moncreiff?" Tommy suggested. "You
can get a taxi here in the Rue de Vaugirard." She did not smile, but her
green eyes glinted.

"Yes, I will," said Audrey curtly.

And Tommy's eyes glinted still more.

"And I shall get a doctor," said Audrey. "His arm may be broken."

"I should," Tommy concurred with gravity.

"Well, if it is, _I_ can't set it," said Miss Ingate quizzically. "I was
getting on so well with the high lights on that statue. I'll come along
back to the studio in about half an hour."

The fourth, who had been hovering near like a criminal magnetised by his
crime, bounded off furiously at the suggestion that he should stop a taxi
at the entrance to the gardens.

"I hope he has broken his arm and he can never play any more," thought
Audrey, astoundingly, as she and the fourth helped pale Musa into the open
taxi. "It will just serve those two right." She meant Miss Ingate and
Tommy.

No sooner did the taxi start than Musa began to cry. He did not seem to
care that he was in the midst of a busy street, with a piquant widow by his
side.

CHAPTER XIV

MISS INGATE POINTS OUT THE DOOR

"Why did you cry this afternoon, Musa?"

Musa made no reply.

Audrey was lighting the big lamp in the Moncreiff-Ingate studio. It made
exactly the same moon as it had made on the night in the previous autumn
when Audrey had first seen it. She had brought Musa to the studio because
she did not care to take him to his own lodgings. (As a fact, nobody that
she knew, except Musa, had ever seen Musa's lodgings.) This was almost the
first moment they had had to themselves since the visit of the little
American doctor from the Rue Servandoni. The rumour of Musa's misfortune
had spread through the Quarter like the smell of a fire, and various
persons of both sexes had called to inspect, to sympathise, and to take
tea, which Audrey was continually making throughout the late afternoon.
Musa had had an egg for his tea, and more than one girl had helped to
spread the yolk and the white on pieces of bread-and-butter, for the victim
of destiny had his right arm in a sling. Audrey had let them do it, as a
mother patronisingly lets her friends amuse her baby.

In the end they had all gone; Tommy had enigmatically looked in and gone,
and Miss Ingate had gone to dine at the favourite restaurant of the hour