few weeks, it would be to my advantage; and my advantage means yours, as
you know. Otherwise do you think I would have eaten of his hateful
bread?"

"You are so good to us, Chérisette," the man Mimo said. "You have,
indeed, a sister of the angels, Mirko mio; but soon we shall be all rich
and famous. I had a dream last night, and already I have begun a new
picture of grays and mists--of these strange fogs!"

Count Mimo Sykypri was a confirmed optimist.

"Meanwhile you are in the one room, in Neville Street, Tottenham Court
Road. It is, I fear, a poor neighborhood."

"No worse than Madame Dubois'," Mimo hastened to reassure her, "and
London is giving me new ideas."

Mirko coughed harshly with a dry sound. Countess Shulski drew him closer
to her and held him tight.

"You got the address from the Grisoldi? He was a kind little old man, in
spite of the garlic," she said.

"Yes, he told us of it, as an inexpensive resting place, until our
affairs prospered, and we came straight there and wrote to you at once."

"I was greatly surprised to receive the letter. Have you any money at
all now, Mimo?"

"Indeed, yes!" And Count Sykypri proudly drew forth eight bits of French