"Why—Miss Euclid in 'King John'—"
"I never saw 'King John,'" said Edward Henry.
"Do you mean to say," expostulated Carlo Trent in italics, "that you never saw Rose Euclid as Constance?"
And Edward Henry, shaking his abashed head, perceived that his life had been wasted.
Carlo, for a few moments, grew reflective and softer.
"It's one of my earliest and most precious boyish memories," he murmured, as he examined the ceiling. "It must have been in eighteen—"
Rose Euclid abandoned the ice with which she had just been served, and by a single gesture drew Carlo's attention away from the ceiling, and towards the fact that it would be clumsy on his part to indulge further in the chronology of her career. She began to blush again.
Mr. Marrier, now back at the table after a successful expedition, beamed over his ice:
"It was your 'Constance' that led to your friendship with the Countess of Chell, wasn't it, Ra-ose? You know," he turned to Edward Henry, "Miss Euclid and the Countess are virry intimate."
"Yes, I know," said Edward Henry.