carried within her a frolic surpassing anything exterior or physical.

The immense flickering boulevard with its double roadway stretched away to
the horizon on either hand, empty.

"What time is it?" asked Miss Ingate.

Tommy looked at her wrist-watch.

"Don't tell me! Don't tell me!" cried Audrey.

"We might get a taxi in the Rue de Babylone," Tommy suggested. "Or shall we
walk?"

"We _must_ walk," cried Audrey.

She knew the name of the street. In the distance she could recognise the
dying lights of the café-restaurant where they had eaten. She felt already
like an inhabitant of the dreamed-of city. It was almost inconceivable to
her that she had been within it for only a few hours, and that England lay
less than a day behind her in the past, and Moze less than two days. And
Aguilar the morose, and the shuttered rooms of Flank Hall, shot for an
instant into her mind and out again.

The other two women walked rather quickly, mesmerised possibly by the magic
of the illustrious Christian name, and Audrey gave occasional schoolgirlish
leaps by their side. A little policeman appeared inquisitive from a
by-street, and Audrey tossed her head as if saying: "Pooh! I belong here.
All the mystery of this city is mine, and I am as at home as in Moze
Street."