"A great deal?"
"When she isn't biased by personal feeling. But she is biased against you."
Claude's eyes had become piercing.
"I think," he said, "that if I were with Mrs. Shiffney at a rehearsal I should divine her real, her honest opinion, the opinion one has of a thing whether one wishes to have it or not. If she were to admire the opera—" He paused. His face looked self-conscious.
"Yes?"
"I only mean that I think it might be the verdict in advance."
"I see," she said slowly. "Yes, I see."
She got up.
"We simply must go to bed."
"Come along then. But I feel as if I should never want to sleep again."