In the end she said she would reconsider the matter.

“Don’t wait to reconsider,” I urged, “but set off for Paris at once. Go to-day. Act. It will do you good.”

“But there are a hundred things to be thought of first,” she said, laughing at my earnestness.

“For example?”

“Well, my jewels are with my London bankers.”

“Can’t you sing without jewels?”

“Not in Paris. Who ever heard of such a thing?”

“You can write to your bankers to send them by registered post.”

“Post! They are worth thousands and thousands of pounds. I ought really to fetch them, but there would scarcely be time.”