"Then of course she spoke about the rehearsal?"
"Yes. Madame Sennier dropped in upon us. What do you think of that?"
Charmian thought that his face and manner were strangely hard.
"Madame Sennier! And did you stay, did you—"
"Of course. I thanked her for giving the opera such a lift with her slanders about the libretto. I tackled her. It was the greatest fun. I only wish Crayford had been there to hear me."
"How did she take it?" asked Charmian, glancing at Susan, and feeling uncomfortable.
"She was furious, I think. I hope so. I meant her to be. But she didn't say much, except that the papers were full of lies, and nobody believed them except fools. When she was going I gave her a piece of news to comfort her."
"What was that?"
"That my opera will be produced the night before her husband's."
Susan got up.