“And you, then, Monsieur, are the celebrated manager of ‘La Fauvette’?”
The manager replied with a politely gratified bow.
“The most charming theater in Paris,” added Rex.
“Ah! murmured the other, Monsieur is himself an artist, though not of our sort, and artists know.”
“Colonel Dene has told you that I am studying in Paris,” said Rex modestly.
“He has told me that Monsieur exhibited in the salon with a number one.”
Rex scrubbed his brown and rosy cheeks with the big towel.
Monsieur Bordier went on: “But the talent of Mademoiselle! Mon Dieu! what a talent! What a voice of silver and crystal! And today she will meet another pupil of Madame—of ours—a genius. My word!”
“Today?”
“Yes, she is with us here. She makes her debut at the Fauvette next autumn.”