"So I think you had better just pay for the concerts she has given, and let us go."
The impresario laughed long and loud. His shoulders shook with amusement.
"Na, gelungen!" he said again, leaving off laughing to light his cigarette, and stretching out his long legs. "How much did you say I was to pay?" And he shook with laughter again.
"Well, our share, I suppose," said Nancy timidly.
"That's right," said the impresario, and he stopped laughing suddenly, and looked at his watch. "Now hurry up and come along. It is time to start."
"Anne-Marie is asleep," said Nancy.
"Then wake her," said the impresario.
Nancy felt herself turning pale.
"Get on," said the impresario; "it won't kill her to play to-night. And the concert-hall is sold out."