“Two hours? Nona Vincent?”
“Mrs. Alsager.” Violet Grey smiled more deeply. “It’s the same thing.”
“And how did Mrs. Alsager save you?”
“By letting me look at her. By letting me hear her speak. By letting me know her.”
“And what did she say to you?”
“Kind things—encouraging, intelligent things.”
“Ah, the dear woman!” Wayworth cried.
“You ought to like her—she likes you. She was just what I wanted,” the actress added.
“Do you mean she talked to you about Nona?”
“She said you thought she was like her. She is—she’s exquisite.”