"I have always loved the moon," she confessed. "Perhaps I thought of her as Isis once long ago."
Now it was Paul who hesitated and wondered, his respect for Flamby and for the complex personality who had tutored her growing apace.
"But in London they must hate the moon," she added, and the tone betokened one of her swift changes of mood.
"Yes," said Paul, raising his eyes, "the old goddess of the Nile seems to have transferred her allegiance to the Rhine." He glanced at the luminous disc of his watch. "I fear I am late. I shall call upon your mother to-morrow, if I may, and see if we can arrange something definite about your studies."
"Oh!" cried Flamby—"what time will you come?"
"May I come in the morning?"
"Of course."
"In the morning, then, about eleven o'clock. I must hurry, or Mr. Thessaly will be waiting. What do you think of your new and wonderful neighbour?"
"I have heard that he is a clever man and very rich; but I have never seen him."
"Never seen him? And Babylon Hall is only a few hundred yards away."