y angry with you. If we
stay here I shall suffocate. Let us go out for a walk. Besides, other
people might call."

Simultaneously there was another ring. It was a cable. She read:

"Sold Zacatecas at an average of six and a quarter dollars three weeks ago.
Wrote you at length to Wimereux. Writing again as to new investments.

"FOULGER."

"This comes of having no fixed address," she said, throwing the blue
cablegram carelessly down in front of Musa. "I'm not quite ruined, after
all. But I might have known--with Mr. Foulger." Then she explained.

"I wish----" he began.

"No, you don't," she stopped him. "So you needn't start on that line. You
are brilliant at figures. At least I long since suspected you were. How
much is one hundred and eighty thousand times six and a quarter?"

Notwithstanding his brilliance, it took two pencils, two heads, and one
piece of paper to solve the problem. They were not quite certain, but the
answer seemed to be L225,000 in English money.

"We cannot starve," said Audrey, and then paused.... "Musa, are we
friends? We shall quarrel horribly. Do you know, I never knew that
proposals of marriage were made like that!"

"I have not told you one thing," said Musa. "I am going to play in Germany,
instead of further concerts in Paris. It is arranged."

"Not in Germany," she pleaded, thinking of Ziegler.

"Yes, in Germany," said Musa masterfully. "I have a reputation to make. It
is the agent who has suggested it."

"But the concerts in London?"

"You are English. I wish not to wound you."

When Audrey stood up again, she had to look at the floor in order to make
sure that it was there. Once she had tasted absinthe. She had had to take
the same precaution then.

"Stop! I entreat thee!" said Musa suddenly, just as, all arrayed in her
finery, she was opening the door for the walk.

"What is it?"

He kissed her, and with his lips almost on hers he murmured:

"Thou shalt not go out without avowing. And if thou art angry--well, I
adore thy anger. The concerts were ... thy enterprise? I guessed well?"

"You see," she replied like a shot, "you weren't sure, although you
pretended you were."

In the Rue de Rivoli, and in the resplendent Champs Elysees they passed
column after column of entertainment posters. But the name of Musa had been
mysteriously removed from all of them.

CHAPTER XLVI

AN EPILOGUE

Audrey was walking along Piccadilly when she overtook Miss Ingate, who ha