"You should have seen them; they struck me very much," Biddy said to her cousin.
"I should like to see them if they really have anything to say to the theatre."
"It can easily be managed. Do you believe in the theatre?" asked Gabriel Nash.
"Passionately," Sherringham confessed. "Don't you?"
Before Nash had had time to answer Biddy had interposed with a sigh. "How I wish I could go—but in Paris I can't!"
"I'll take you, Biddy—I vow I'll take you."
"But the plays, Peter," the girl objected. "Mamma says they're worse than the pictures."
"Oh, we'll arrange that: they shall do one at the Français on purpose for a delightful little yearning English girl."
"Can you make them?"
"I can make them do anything I choose."