Wentworth bowed and said politely, "I hope the bazaar will be a great success."
"I hope so, thank you," Mrs. Birkett said, feeling that if the bazaar were not a great success, she would have gone through a good deal for a very little. She longed to be allowed to go away, but she was not quite sure whether she would not be jeopardising the success of the bazaar by leaving at this juncture. Visions of having promised to meet her reverend husband to go for a walk at a given moment were haunting her. Finally, with a desperate effort, she said—
"I am afraid I have an appointment, Lady Chaloner, and must go now, unless there is anything more I can do."
"Oh, must you go?" said Lady Chaloner, "we had better meet in the morning, I think, and make a final list of the stalls."
"Certainly," said Mrs. Birkett, with a sigh of relief, and with a determined effort she tried to include the circle she was leaving in one salutation, and made away as fast as she could.
"I hope," said the Princess, "the poor lady is not shocked at having a Café Chantant in her Church bazaar."
"At any rate," said Wentworth, "she will be consoled when you hand over the results to her afterwards."
"What is the name of the piece you are going to do?" said Lady Chaloner, pencil in hand.
"Une porte qui s'ouvre," said Moricourt, with a glance at the Princess.