"Or we may find one for us at the theater."
"Somehow I don't think Madre would send it there."
She went to sit down on the sofa, putting cushions behind her with nervous hands, leaned back, leaned forward, moved the cushions, again leaned back.
"I almost wish we'd asked Alston to come in to-day," she said.
"But he's resting."
"I know. But he would have come. He could have rested here with us."
"Better for him to keep his voice perfectly quiet. To-night is his début. He has got to pay back over three years to Crayford with his performance to-night. And we shall have him with us at supper."
Charmian moved again, pushed the cushions away from her.
"Yes, I've ordered it, a wonderful supper, all the things you and Alston like best."
"We'll enjoy it."