"Well, I must go," she said. "I've been here a long time, and daresay you both want to rest."
"Rest!" exclaimed Claude. "That's the last thing we want, isn't it, Charmian?"
He helped Susan to put on her fur.
"There's another rehearsal to-night after the performance of Aïda. You see it's a race, and we mean to be in first. I wish you could have seen Madame Sennier's face when I told her we should produce on the twenty-eighth."
He laughed. But neither Charmian nor Susan laughed with him. As Susan was leaving he said:
"You come from the enemy's camp, but you do wish us success, don't you?"
"I have just been telling Charmian what I wish you," answered Susan gently, with her straight and quiet look.
"Have you?" He wheeled round to Charmian. "What was it?"
Charmian looked taken aback.
"Oh—what was it?"