She was very pale, but her self-control was complete.
"He wishes us—you and I—to go round to his room after this act. You will be prepared?"
"Of course," she answered simply.
Mabane and Arthur came back, and the latter whispered several times in her ear. I doubt, however, whether she heard anything. She sat through the whole of the next act like one in a dream, only her eyes never left the stage—never left, indeed, the figure of the man from whom all the greatness of the play seemed to flow. As the curtain fell I leaned over to Arthur.
"Isobel and I are going to pay a visit," I said. "We shall be back in time for the next act."
"A visit!" he repeated doubtfully. "Is there anyone we know here, then?"
"Allan will explain," I answered. "You had better tell him," I whispered to Mabane.
Allan was looking very serious. I think that he questioned the wisdom of what I was doing.
"You are going to see him?" he asked, in a low tone.
"He has sent for us," I answered.