"To emigrate? You, with your genius? Surely not!"
"No, rather not; it's not as bad as all that. But—I'm afraid I have to go to Paris for six months or so."
"Whatever for?"
"Well—I must, you see."
"Must you? And for six months, too; why?"
"Because I—that is—I want to study for a bit in the schools there."
"Oh,"—she leaned back again among her cushions, and looked down at her hands clasped demurely,—"if you want to go, that's another thing."
"It isn't another thing; and I don't want to go, as it happens."
"Then I am sure you needn't go and study; what can they teach you that you don't know?" she leaned forward and looked into his face. "You're not going in for that horrid French style, surely?"
"Well, I'd some thoughts——" he hesitated, and Audrey took courage.