"I can get my way with most people," Louise remarked languidly; "but it simply means that the more difficult they are, the more you have to spend yourself in getting it. John," she went on, after a moment's pause, "you are coming to-morrow night, I suppose?"
"Of course. Didn't I take my box two months ago?"
"And now that my part after the first act has been cut out, I am coming with him," Sophy put in. "I may, mayn't I?"
"Of course," John assented.
Louise sighed dejectedly.
"I am not at all sure that I shall like having you there," she said. "I shouldn't be at all surprised if it made me nervous."
He laughed incredulously.
"It's all very well," she went on, watching the champagne poured in to her glass, "but you won't like the play, you know."
"Perhaps I sha'n't understand it altogether," John agreed. "It's very subtle, and, as you know, I don't find problem plays of that sort particularly attractive; but with you in it, you can't imagine that I sha'n't find it interesting!"
"We were talking about it, coming up in the taxi," Louise continued, "and we came to the conclusion that you'd hate it. We've had to give way to Graillot with regard to the last act. Of course, there is really nothing in it, but I don't know just what you will say."