"Oh, who can think of dust-cloaks when they're excited!" she exclaimed, and flung her arms round Alexandra. "You were a go, Lexie!"
"That's the third time this week I've seen you without it," said De Freyne testily.
"One and six more for the share-holders. Oh, don't grumble, Mr. De Freyne, or else I shall kiss you, too. I don't know what I'm doing!"
She put her arm in Alexandra's and dragged her off to her dressing-room. De Freyne's eyes followed the former.
"Deep little devil, that," he observed to his stage-manager, who had been looking on. "Clever too."
"They're all devils," rejoined that experienced person, wearily. "But it's a change when they're clever. Talking of cleverness, her friend's worth watching. She's very raw material, but—"
"You mean young Delamere? Clever?"
"Clever as paint!"
XXXII
Maggy had a pleasant surprise in store for Woolf. She meant to spring it on him that night after supper; but before the opportunity arose for doing so she herself was to suffer anything but a pleasant one from him.