“That’s a true finish!” the girl said. “He’s really a modern Baron Hulot. When he’s seventy he’ll creep upstairs to a servant girl. We don’t change, I’ve always said it. We don’t change!”
And she looked from Craven to Lady Sellingworth.
Moscovitch bowed many times.
“Well, Mr. Braybrooke,” said Miss Van Tuyn, “I’ve seen some acting in London to-night that I should like to show to Paris. Thank you!”
She was more beautiful and more human than Craven had ever seen her before in her genuine enthusiasm. And he thought, “Great art moves her as nothing else moves her.”
“What do you say about it, dearest?” she said, as Craven helped her to put on her cloak.
(Braybrooke was attending to Lady Sellingworth.)
“It’s a great piece of acting!”
“And horribly true! Don’t you think so?”
“I dare say it is,” Lady Sellingworth answered.