Wynne himself was cheerfully indifferent to the trend of her thoughts. He was in excellent spirits, enthusiastic for the present, and full of plans for the future.
When “Witches” came to an end he said he proposed to put on a play of his own. Lane Quiltan would supply the capital.
“Have you asked him?” said Eve.
“Not yet.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to do so before being too sure?”
He tossed the idea aside with:
“Some things one can take for granted. I am as confident of his support as I am confident that at least five young ladies in the company are wondering when I shall invite them to Brighton for the week-end.”
With rather an effort, Eve replied:
“Only five?”
“I said in the company,” he very rapturously retorted.