“Oh, do produce Ibsen,” Alicia exclaimed; “I've never seen one of his plays—doesn't it sound terrible!”

“If people will elect to live upon a coral strand—oh, I should like to, for you and Duff here, but Ibsen is the very last man to deliver to a scratch company. He must have equal merit, or there's no meaning. You see he makes none of the vulgar appeals. It would be a tame travesty—nobody could redeem it alone. You must keep to the old situations, the reliable old dodges, when you play in any part of Asia.”

“I never shall cease to regret that I didn't see you in The Offence of Galilee?” Duff said. “Everyone who knows the least bit about it said you were marvellous in that.”

“Marvellous,” said Alicia

Hilda gazed straight before her for an instant without speaking. The others looked at her absent eyes. “A bazar trick or two helped me,” she said, and glanced with vivacity at any other subject that might be hanging on the wall, or visible out of the window.

“And are you really invincible about not putting it on again in Calcutta?” Duff asked.

“Not in Calcutta, or anywhere. The rest hate it—nobody has a chance but me,” Hilda said, and got up.

“Oh, I don't know,” Alicia began, but Miss Howe was already half-way out of the discussion, in the direction of the door. There was often a brusqueness in her comings and goings, but she usually left a flavour of herself behind. One turned with facility to talk about her, this being the easiest way of applying the stimulus that came of talking to her. It was more conspicuous than either of these two realised that they accepted her retreat without a word, that there was even between them a consciousness of satisfaction that she had gone.

“This morning's mail,” said Alicia, smiling brightly at Lindsay, “brought you a letter, I know.” It was extraordinary how detached she could be from her vital personal concern in him. It seemed relegated to some background of her nature while she occupied herself with the immediate play of circumstance or was lost in her observation of him.

“How kind of you to think of it,” Lindsay said. “This was the first by which I could possibly hear from England.”