"Are you glad?" he said.
"Yes, now."
"Did you mean—"
"Claude," she said, taking a resolution, "I don't think it would be wise for us to seem too eager about the opera with Mr. Crayford."
"But I have never even thought—"
"No, no. But now he's here, and thinks so much of the libretto, and wants to see you, it would be absurd of us to pretend that he could not be of great use to us. I mean, to pretend to ourselves. Of course if he would take it it would be too splendid."
"Why not? Covent Garden took Sennier's opera."
"I'm not a Sennier unfortunately."
"What a pity it is you have not more belief in yourself!" she exclaimed, almost angrily.