which he repudiated it was complete.

"Winnie!" began Audrey in the studio, with assumed indifference. Miss
Ingate was at tea.

"Oh! You are a swell. Where you been?"

"Winnie! What do you say to going and living on the right bank for a bit?"

"Well, well!" said Miss Ingate. "So that's it, is it? I've been ready to
go for a long time. Of course you want to go first thing to-morrow morning.
I know you."

"No, I don't," said Audrey. "I want to go to-night. Now! Pack the trunks
quick. I've got the finest auto you ever saw waiting at the door."



CHAPTER XVI

ROBES


On the second following Friday evening, Audrey's suite of rooms at the
Hôtel du Danube glowed in every corner with pink-shaded electricity.
According to what Audrey had everywhere observed to be the French custom,
there was in this flat the minimum of corridor and the maximum of doors.
Each room communicated directly with all the other rooms. The doors were
open, and three women continually in a feverish elation passed to and fro.
Empire chairs and sofas were covered with rich garments of every colour and