"Don't distress yourself, Mr.
Le Frank.

Now my name is on it, the Song is mine.

If your publisher's account is not satisfactory--be so good as to send it to _me."_ Mr.Le Frank dropped his dry handkerchief, and sprang theatrically to his feet.
His indulgent patroness refused to hear him: to this admirable woman, the dignity of Art was a sacred thing.

"Not a word more on that subject," she said.

"Tell me how you prospered last night.