"Quite right; that's the way!" Peter cheerfully rang out.
"And she also wanted him to see what she can do for the great critic," Mrs. Rooth added—"that terrible old woman in the red wig."
"That's what I should like to see too," Peter permitted himself to acknowledge.
"Oh she has gone ahead; she's pleased with herself. 'Work, work, work,' said Madame Carré. Well, she has worked, worked, worked. That's what Mr. Dashwood is pleased with even more than with other things."
"What do you mean by other things?"
"Oh her genius and her fine appearance."
"He approves of her fine appearance? I ask because you think he knows what will take."
"I know why you ask!" Mrs. Rooth bravely mocked. "He says it will be worth hundreds of thousands to her."
"That's the sort of thing I like to hear," Peter returned. "I'll come in to-morrow," he repeated.
"And shall you mind if Mr. Dash wood's here?"