And Rosamund laughed too.
“It’s just a statement,” said she.
“Well, here’s another statement,” said Audrey. “You’re very old. That’s where I have the advantage of you. Still, tell me what I can do in your new campaign, and I’ll do it if I can. But there isn’t going to be any utterly —that’s all.”
“I think the interval is over,” said Rosamund with finality. “Perhaps we’d better adjourn.”
The foyer had nearly emptied. The distant sound of music could be heard.
As she was re-entering the hall, Audrey met Mr. Cowl, who was coming out.
“I have decided I can’t stand any more,” Mr. Cowl remarked in a loud whisper. “I hope you didn’t mind me telling you about the Zacatecas. As I said, I thought you might be interested. Good-bye. So pleasant to have met you again, dear lady.” His face had the same enigmatic smile which had made him so formidable at Moze.
Musa had already begun to play the Spanish Symphony of Lalo, without which no genius is permitted to make his formal debut on the violin in France.