Sherringham remembered he had his note in his pocket and took it out to look it over. "She wishes to make her a little audience—she says she'll do better with that—and she asks me because I'm English. I shall make a point of going."
"And bring Dormer if you can: the audience will be better. Will you come, Dormer?" Mr. Nash continued, appealing to his friend—"will you come with me to hear an English amateur recite and an old French actress pitch into her?"
Nick looked round from his talk with his mother and Grace. "I'll go anywhere with you so that, as I've told you, I mayn't lose sight of you—may keep hold of you."
"Poor Mr. Nash, why is he so useful?" Lady Agnes took a cold freedom to inquire.
"He steadies me, mother."
"Oh I wish you'd take me, Peter," Biddy broke out wistfully to her cousin.
"To spend an hour with an old French actress? Do you want to go upon the stage?" the young man asked.
"No, but I want to see something—to know something."
"Madame Carré's wonderful in her way, but she's hardly company for a little English girl."
"I'm not little, I'm only too big; and she goes, the person you speak of."