“Mademoiselle, you must forgive me—I have no umbrella!” he said.
“That’s no matter,” said Helia. “Accompany me to the circus. Wait a bit—here’s what we want!”
On the wall beside them there hung a circus-poster. She took it, lifted it with one hand above her head, while Phil held the other end; and the two under one shelter crossed the square.
“Shall I see you again, mademoiselle?” Phil asked, when they had reached the circus.
“Surely—in the courtyard yonder by the wagons—or here in the evening.”
Phil left her without speaking further. Soon, through the canvas, he heard the air that announced her turn:
“Marquis, t’es bien plus heureux que moi
D’avoir femme si belle;
Si tu voulais me l’accorder
Je me chargerai d’elle!”