"What could you do?" he asked breathlessly. "I might drive a car," answered Tony hopefully. "I can't think of anything else at the moment." Reggie took a deep breath, "You're splendid, Tony," he said. "You remind me of Roosevelt. But of course it's absurd. You must marry some woman with money. There are plenty of them who'd jump at you." Tony shivered. "Fancy being jumped at by a woman!" he said plaintively. "It makes me feel like a new hat." "Well, you're a bad hat," retorted Reggie, laughing; "that's quite near enough. Seriously, though, my dear Tony, you can't possibly be allowed to go under. London would never be the same again. It would be as bad as Romano's being burnt down. You must marry, of course. What's the use of being the most popular man in London if you can't marry a rich woman when you want to?" "Well, suggest somebody." Reggie pondered for a moment. "Why not Mrs. Rosenbaum?" Tony picked an errant thread off his perfectly cut blue suit. "In order to be facetious, Reggie," he said, "it is not necessary to be disgusting." Reggie sighed. "I am doing my best," he declared. "What about Musette? She obviously has the good taste to appreciate you, and she seems to have plenty of money. By the way, Tony, who is she really? Cohen asked me about her after he met her with you at Kempton, and when I said I didn't know, the swine grinned. If I hadn't had a pair of Gordon's boots on I should have kicked him." Tony shrugged his shoulders. "My dear Reggie," he said, "I know very little more about Musette than you do. I met her exactly two months ago in the Bois, when, in her extremely sensible way, she stopped and asked me to get rid of some futile Frenchman who had been following her round for the best part of an hour." "How charming!" said Reggie. "That sort of thing never happens to me. Did you hurt him?" "I think he shuddered a little at my accent," replied Tony. "Anyhow, he cleared out, and I took Musette back to the Hotel de Paris, where she was staying. There I met Mrs. Watson, and they asked me to call on them in London." "It sounds like Phillips Oppenheim at his best," said Reggie. "But surely you must have found out something more since then. What relation is she to the old lady, and where does the girl get her money from?" Tony shook his head. "I've no idea," he said. "She has never offered to tell me anything, and so, of course, I've never asked her. We've just been pals--that's all." Reggie helped himself to a cigarette. "Well, you can't live in Curzon Street on nothing," he said. "I've tried it. They must have at least five thousand a year. I think you will have to marry her, Tony, and trust to luck." Tony laughed a little uneasily. "Perhaps she wouldn't marry me," he said. "Any woman would marry you if you asked her nicely. You have got such an alluring voice." Tony suddenly straightened himself.