initiative and firmness of character. The fourth with fierce vigour began
to aid her, and another youth from the crowd was joining the enterprise
when Miss Ingate arrived from her stool.

"Drop him, you silly little thing!" adjured Miss Ingate. "Instead of
lifting his head you ought to lift his feet."

Audrey stared uncertain for a moment, and then let the mass subside.
Whereupon Miss Ingate with all her strength lifted both legs to the height
of her waist, giving Musa the appearance of a wheelless barrow.

"You want to let the blood run _into_ his head," said Miss Ingate with a
self-conscious grin at the increasing crowd. "People only faint because the
blood leaves their heads--that's why they go pale."

Musa's cheeks showed a tinge of red. You could almost see the precious
blood being decanted by Miss Ingate out of the man's feet into his head. In
a minute he opened his eyes. Miss Ingate lowered the legs.

"It was only the pain that made him feel queer," she said.

The episode was over, and the crowd very gradually and reluctantly
scattered, disappointed at the lack of a fatal conclusion. Musa stood up,
smiling apologetically, 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.