"Come and tell Statira that she was better than Roxana, afterwards," she said. "We so seldom see you in the Fields now that I think ye must go to Drury Lane."
A sudden breeze arose, ruffling the water and blowing the ends of his powdered hair on to her shoulder.
"I have been occupied of late, in truth," he answered.
"With Miss Hilton?" she could not resist saying.
"With my approaching marriage—yes." Then he laughed sweetly. "Let Statira expect me to-night after the play."
"Statira will be proud." Her eyes glowed. "La, I shall act well to-night!"
"As always."
"Ah, no!" she answered almost bitterly. "I cannot act. I can rant upon the boards, 'tis all. When most I wish to disguise my feelings, then do I find how poor an actress I am."
"Do you wish to act for my benefit, my dear?" asked Lord Lyndwood lightly.