"And how did Mrs. Alsager save you?"
"By letting me look at her. By letting me hear her speak. By letting me know her."
"And what did she say to you?"
"Kind things—encouraging, intelligent things."
"Ah, the dear woman!" Wayworth cried.
"You ought to like her—she likes you. She was just what I wanted," the actress added.
"Do you mean she talked to you about Nona?"
"She said you thought she was like her. She is—she's exquisite."
"She's exquisite," Wayworth repeated. "Do you mean she tried to coach you?"
"Oh, no—she only said she would be so glad if it would help me to see her. And I felt it did help me. I don't know what took place—she only sat there, and she held my hand and smiled at me, and she had tact and grace, and she had goodness and beauty, and she soothed my nerves and lighted up my imagination. Somehow she seemed to give it all to me. I took it—I took it. I kept her before me, I drank her in. For the first time, in the whole study of the part, I had my model—I could make my copy. All my courage came back to me, and other things came that I hadn't felt before. She was different—she was delightful; as I've said, she was a revelation. She kissed me when she went away—and you may guess if I kissed her. We were awfully affectionate, but it's you she likes!" said Violet Grey.
Wayworth had never been more interested in his
