"Yes," he said.
"My name is Dorothy Rayner."
"Rayner," said Tinker with sudden alertness. "There is an American
millionaire called Rainer."
"I spell my name with a _y_," said Dorothy quickly.
Madame Butler once more raised her eyebrows.
"Well, when will you come to us? We are staying at the Hotel des
Princes at Monte Carlo."
"To-day is Wednesday. Shall we say Saturday morning?"
"Yes, that will do very well. Oh, by the way, I was quite
forgetting--about music."
"I'm afraid," said Dorothy, and her face fell, "I can't teach music."
"That's all right," said Tinker cheerfully. "My father was terribly
afraid that anyone I got would want to."
He explained to Dorothy their nomadic fashion of life, paid Madame
Butler her fee, bade them good-bye, and went his way.
On his return he found Elsie full of anxious curiosity, but his account
of his find set her mind at rest. He ended by saying, "It will be
awfully nice for you, don't you know? She looked as though she would
let you kiss her as often as you wanted to."
"But I shall kiss you just the same, night and morning," said Elsie
firmly.
"Of course, of course," said Tinker quickly, and by a manful effort he
kept the brightness in his face.
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