I might perhaps..." "Nay! you shall sing in fashionable salons," exclaimed Marguerite eagerly, "you shall become the fashion, and I'll swear the Prince of Wales himself shall bid you sing at Carlton House...

and you shall name your own fee, Mademoiselle...

and London society shall vie with the elite of Bath, as to which shall lure you to its most frequented routs....

There! there! you shall make a fortune for the Paris poor...
and to prove to you that I mean every word I say, you shall begin your triumphant career in my own salon to-morrow night.

His Royal Highness will be present.