She had a wonderful eye for situations and effects.
She always saw that the scenes were properly set.
And she loved art for art’s sake.
But to-day she wished that she had an audience to view the performance—or, at any rate, that she had a few dramatic critics present.
It was matinee.
The hour was four o’clock.
Curtains were drawn over the windows.
Candles were lighted in brackets.
Incense was burning in braziers.
And Betty wore her Eastern robes.