So silently they one to th’other come,
As colours steale into the Pear or Plum.
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After what seemed an interminable correspondence with Haines, it was settled that he should bring his company to act the play at the end of September. Teresa had tried hard to make the date an earlier or a later one; but it was not to be ... and perhaps ... who could tell?
Mrs. Moore was delighted that her Institute was to see a play about old Spain, and was sure that it would be most educative.
The idea of its being played before Mrs. Moore and a Women’s Institute amused Teresa; after all it was none of her doing, and she liked watching life when it was left free to arrange its own humorous combinations.
Concha and Rory, Arnold, Harry Sinclair, and Guy, all came to stay at Plasencia to see it; and two days before the performance a telegram came from David, asking if they could put him up for a few nights.
The Doña frowned as she read it, and Guy looked at Teresa; but Concha and Rory begged that room might be made for him, “It will be his last beano, poor creature,” they said.
Well, if it was to be, it was to be. Once one ceases to strain against the chain of events, the peace of numbness creeps over one’s weary limbs, and anyway ... perhaps....
The day of the performance arrived; it was to begin at two o’clock.