"Wasn't there just!"
"But I never heard; nobody told me."
"Why, Daffy came in herself, yesterday morning. Every one was there. I suppose you were moonstruck as usual. Do you mean to say you didn't hear? I don't envy you."
"Was she angry?" said Louise, in her smallest voice.
Agatha began to enjoy herself.
"Angry? She was raving!"
"What did she say?"
"Well, she didn't say much," admitted Agatha. "Just asked where you were, and if not, why not—you know her way. Then we got started and went all through it, and had a gorgeous afternoon. She read your part. I say, she can act, can't she? But she was pretty mad, of course."
"Was she—" said Louise. But it was not a question.
"Oh, and you're to go to her at break, this morning. Don't go and forget, and then say I didn't tell you." And she turned to greet the entering mistress with a flood of Anglo-French.