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Leath's to his enquiry whether she had seen the play in question. "No. I meant to, of course, but one is so overwhelmed with things in Paris. And then I'm rather sick of Cerdine one is always being dragged to see her." That, among the people he frequented, was the usual attitude toward such opportunities. There were too many, they were a nuisance, one had to defend one's self!
Only you know I don't fancy that letter can have caught this afternoon's post." "Not caught it? Why not?" "Why, I'm afraid it will have been too late." He bent his head to light another cigarette. She struck her hands together with a gesture which, to his amusement, he noticed she had caught from Cerdine. "Oh, dear, I hadn't thought of that! But surely it will reach them in the morning?"
Darrow laughed. "You must do better than that now. 'Le Vertige' is a fine thing, and Cerdine gets some wonderful effects out of it. You must come with me tomorrow evening to see it with your friends, of course. That is," he added, "if there's any sort of chance of getting seats." The flash of a street lamp lit up her radiant face. "Oh, will you really take us?
"Ah, but this confirms your vocation of course," he cried, "you must see Cerdine!" and, seeing her face fall at this reminder of the change in her prospects, he hastened to set forth his plan. As he did so, he saw how easy it was to explain things to her.
"I simply can't think how to say it." "What that you're staying over to see Cerdine?" "But AM I am I, really?" The joy of it flamed over her face. Darrow looked at his watch. "You could hardly get an answer to your telegram in time to take a train to Joigny this afternoon, even if you found your friends could have you." She mused for a moment, tapping her lip with the pen.
It had been understood, with his good-night to Miss Viner, that the next morning he was to look up the Joigny trains, and see her safely to the station; but, while he breakfasted and waited for a time-table, he recalled again her cry of joy at the prospect of seeing Cerdine.
She was all awake and alive now, as if the heady rumours of the streets, with their long effervescences of light, had passed into her veins like wine. "Cerdine? Is that where she acts?" She put her head out of the window, straining back for a glimpse of the sacred threshold. As they flew past it she sank into her seat with a satisfied sigh. "It's delicious enough just to KNOW she's there!
She was not missing anything, and her intensity of attention when Cerdine was on the stage drew an anxious line between her brows. After the first act she remained for a few minutes rapt and motionless; then she turned to her companion with a quick patter of questions.
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