But he will be desolated if he may not play to you later. He has so few
friends.... I came.... I...."

"Madame, every Friday we are at home, every Friday. My wife will be
ravished. I shall be ravished. Believe me. Let him be reassured."

"Monsieur, you are too amiable. I shall tell Musa."

"Musa, he may have few friends--it is possible, Madame--but he is
nevertheless fortunate. Madame is English, is it not so? My wife and I
adore England and the English. For us there is only England. If Madame
would do us the honour of coming when Musa plays.... My wife will send an
invitation, to the end of remaining within the rules. You, Madame, and any
of your friends."

"Monsieur is too amiable, truly."

In the end they were standing together on the pavement by the waiting taxi.
She gave him her card, and breathed the words "Hôtel du Danube." He was
enchanted. She offered her hand. He took it, raised it, and kissed the
back of it. Then he stood with his hat off until she had passed from his
sight.

Audrey was burning with excitement. She said to herself:

"I have discovered Paris."

When the taxi turned again into the Rue de la Paix, she thought:

"The car will not be waiting. It would be too lovely if it were."