“Are you going on the first?” he asked.

“What to?”

“Miss Schley’s first night.”

“Is it on the first? I didn’t know. We can’t. We’re dining at Brayley House that evening.”

“What a pity!” he said, with a light touch of half playful malice. “You would have seen her as she really is—from all accounts.”

“And what is Miss Schley really?”

“The secret enemy of censors.”

“Oh!”

“You dislike her. Why?”

“I don’t dislike her at all.”