"I am afraid you will want me to recommend my friends to go to you, and I really cannot, Westenra, I cannot."
"But why should you not recommend them?"
"They will get to know that you were, that you belonged, that you"—Jasmine stopped and coloured high. "I cannot do it," she said, "you must not expect it."
"I won't," I replied with some pride.
"But all the same, I will come some morning," she continued. "You look so nice, and Mr. Randolph is so—by the way, what Randolph is he? I must find out all about him. Do question him about the county he comes from."
I did not answer, and having said good-bye to Jasmine, returned to our own box.
The play came to an end, and we went home. Mother had gone up to her room. Mr. Randolph and I found ourselves for a moment alone.
"This evening has done her good," he said, glancing at me in an interrogative fashion.
"Are you talking of mother?" I replied.
"Yes, you must see how much brighter she appeared. Do you think it did really help her?"