sprang up.

"Oh!" ejaculated Miss Ingate.

"I--I think I shall just change my boots," said Audrey, smoothing out the
short white skirt. And she disappeared into the dressing-room that gave on
to the studio.

As soon as she was gone, Miss Ingate went close up to Musa's chair. He had
not moved.

She said, smiling, with the corners of her mouth well down:

"Do you see that door, young man?"

And she indicated the door.

When Audrey came back into the studio.

"Audrey," cried Miss Ingate shrilly. "What you been doing to Musa? As soon
as you went out he up vehy quickly and ran away."

At this information Audrey was more obviously troubled and dashed than Miss
Ingate had ever seen her, in Paris. She made no answer at all.
Fortunately, lying on the table in front of the mirror was a letter for
Miss Ingate which had arrived by the evening post. Audrey went for it,
pretending to search, and then handed it over with a casual gesture.

"It looks as if it was from Nick," she murmured.