“Why should I?  It’s none of my business if you chose to masquerade as a gypsy.”

“I masquerade as Sir Hubert Pine,” retorted the millionaire, slipping off the stone to sprawl full-length on the grass.  “I am truly and really one of the lot in the camp yonder.”

“Do they know you by your Gentile name?”

Pine laughed.  “You are picking up the gypsy lingo, Miss Greeby.  No.  Every one on the road takes me for what I am, Ishmael Hearne, and my friends in the civilized world think I am Sir Hubert Pine, a millionaire with colored blood in his veins.”

“How do you come to have a double personality and live a double life?”

“Oh, that is easily explained, and since you have found me out it is just as well that I should explain, so that you may keep my secret, at all events from my wife, as she would be horrified to think that she had married a gypsy.  You promise?”

“Of course.  I shall say nothing.  But perhaps she would prefer to know that she had married a gypsy rather than a nigger.”

“What polite things you say,” said Pine sarcastically.  “However, I can’t afford to quarrel with you.  As you are rich, I can’t even bribe you to silence, so I must rely on your honor.”

“Oh, I have some,” Miss Greeby assured him lightly.

“When it suits you,” he retorted doubtfully.

“It does on this occasion.”

“Why?”

“I’ll tell you that when you have related your story.”

“There is really none to tell.  I was born and brought up on the road, and thinking I was wasting my life I left my people and entered civilization.  In London I worked as a clerk, and being clever I soon made money.  I got hold of a man who invented penny toys, and saw the possibilities of making a fortune.  I really didn’t, but I collected enough money to dabble in stocks and shares.  The South African boom was on, and I made a thousand.  Other speculations created more than a million out of my thousand, and now I have over two millions, honestly made.”

“Honestly?” queried Miss Greeby significantly.

“Yes; I assure you, honestly.  We gypsies are cleverer than you Gentiles, and we have the same money-making faculties as the Jews have.  If my people were not so fond of the vagrant life they would soon become a power in the money markets of the world.  But, save in the case of myself, we leave all such grubbing to the Jews.  I did grub, and my reward is that I have accumulated a fortune in a remarkably short space of time.  I have land and houses, and excellent investments, and a title, which,” he added sarcastically, “a grateful Government bestowed on me for using my money properly.”

“You bought the title by helping the political party you belonged to,” said Miss Greeby with a shrug.  “There was quite a talk about it.”

“So there was.  As if I cared for talk.  However, that is my story.”

“Not all of it.  You are supposed to be in Paris, and—­”