"He has a studio over on the East Side. Wait a second."
Bill searched a pocket and discovered a memorandum of the address.
"And when you write," he advised, "don't address it to 'Mister,' Make it 'Signor.' He's accustomed to that and it'll please him."
"Signor Antonio Valentino," said Mary, reading from her list. "Quite the most distinguished name at the party, Mr. Marshall. That's the best suggestion you've made yet."
Bill smiled as though he had done a full morning's work.
"And now, if you've nothing more for the present, I have errands to do," she announced. "Will you excuse me?"
"Don't I get another dancing lesson? I thought you said——"
Mary shook her head as she gathered up some papers.
"I've been thinking about your dancing," she said. "And I've come to the conclusion, Mr. Marshall, that there isn't anything more I can teach you. You've done so well that sometimes I suspect——"