'Che-arming!' drawled Lady Butcher, holding out her hand very high in the air. Clara reached up to it and shook it sharply.
'Mr Smithson doesn't like Charles's drawing for the cave scene,' said Clara. 'He can't quite see it, you know, because it is a little different.'
'I won't be a moment, my dear,' said Sir Henry, and Lady Butcher sailed out into the street.
'What's the matter, Smithson?'
'We've never done anything like this before. There's nothing like it in Nature.'
'There is nothing like Caliban in Nature,' said Clara sweetly, and Sir Henry caught at her hint, scowled at Smithson, and growled,—
'I have passed it. If it needs modification we can settle it at rehearsal. Go ahead. I want to see it before I go away.'
'But there are no measurements, Sir Henry.'
'You know what we can do and what we can't.'
'Very well, Sir Henry.' Mr Smithson clapped on his bowler hat and rushed away.