But I will get on. Don't you think I ought to make
a success at the Hippodrome?"
Emile ignored the _naive_ conceit of the last remark. "But what are
you doing at the Hippodrome at all?" he demanded.
"I am riding," she answered with an elfish smile in which her eyes took
no part.
"Obviously! What are you going to do about _dejeuner_? The landlady
won't bring you up all your meals."
"I don't know," was the unconcerned answer.
"You'll have to go to one of the _cafes_, and you had better let me
show you which are the most desirable ones. _Enfin_! have you any
intention of getting up this morning?"
Arithelli yawned again. "I suppose I must go round and present myself
to the Manager. I'm to rehearse a fortnight before I make my
appearance in public."
"Then I had better come with you," Emile replied with decision. "As I
told you yesterday, I know the Manager fairly well."
An hour later they walked together through the streets on their way to
the Hippodrome. Emile was a bad advertisement for the secrecy of his
profession, for he looked a typical desperado.
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