"About a fortnight ago. We met Mrs. Lovick at the English church, and she was so good as to recognize us and speak to us. She said she had been away with her children, or she would have come to see us. She had just returned to Paris."
"Yes, I've not yet seen her," said Sherringham. "I see Lovick, but he doesn't talk of his brother-in-law."
"I didn't, that day, like his tone about him," Mrs. Rooth observed. "We walked a little way with Mrs. Lovick and she asked Miriam about her prospects and if she were working. Miriam said she had no prospects."
"That was not very nice to me," Sherringham interrupted.
"But when you had left us in black darkness, where were our prospects?"
"I see; it's all right. Go on."
"Then Mrs. Lovick said her brother was to be in Paris a few days and she would tell him to come and see us. He arrived, she told him and he came. Voilà!" said Mrs. Rooth.
"So that now (so far as he is concerned) Miss Rooth has prospects?"
"He isn't a manager unfortunately."
"Where does he act?"
"He isn't acting just now; he has been abroad. He has been to Italy, I believe, and he is just stopping here on his way to London."
"I see; he is a perfect gentleman," said Sherringham.
"Ah, you're jealous of him."
"No, but you're trying to make me so. The more competitors there are for the glory of bringing her out, the better for her."
