“I will find you actors—great artists.”
“Oh, God!”
“And, moreover, I have hopes for the silver, too. Sir Oliver is enchanted with the spoons—the Barnabas spoon especially. He said he had never seen a finer. Such a beautiful little Barny, such a rapture of a little sinner as it is, in every way.”
Miss Sinquier’s eyes shone.
“I’ll have that boy.”
“What—what boy?”
“Harold Weathercock.”
“You desire him?”
“To be my Romeo, of course.”
“It depends if the Dream will release him.”