Peter looked with greater interest at the vivacious young woman now holding the stage. She was full of vitality, which somehow she shared with all who acted with her. As soon as she left the stage, life went out of the performance.
"What is her name?" Peter asked.
"Formally you may call her Mademoiselle Claire."
"French?"
"Every country in the world."
At this point the rehearsal again became animated. Atterbury was soon fighting to be heard. The dispute was at last arranged, and he returned to Peter.
"Vivette has been looking at you, Peter," he said as the play began to go smoothly again.
"How do you know?"
"Because she has told me."
"What did she say?"