In some respects she appeared a young girl, but her composure was
certainly not youthful.
"So you're out from England," he said at last.
"From Paris," she answered him serenely. "I'm Arithelli of the
Hippodrome." There was a girlish pride in her accents, and she looked
at him sideways to observe the effect of her announcement.
"_Ma foi_! So it's that, is it? Then I've heard something about you.
I know the Manager pretty well. He said you were _un peu bizarre_."
"_Peut etre plus qu'un peu_," Arithelli retorted quickly. "I see you
think he's right."
Arrived at the lodgings she sat still, waiting in the cab with the same
apparent indifference while Emile wrangled with the landlady. At
length he came back to her: "You had better try these for a week," he
said. "They're forty _pesetas_. She will want the rent in advance as
you have no recommendation." For the first time Arithelli seemed
disturbed.
"I'm afraid I can't pay it. I'm to have five pounds a week at the
Hippodrome, but of course I can't ask for that in advance.
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