"And is Mr. Basil Dashwood acquainted with Madame Carré?"
"Oh no, but he longed to be introduced to her; he implored Miriam to take him. Naturally she wishes to oblige him. She's very nice to him—if he can do anything."
"Quite right; that's the way."
"And she also wanted him to see what she can do for the great critic," Mrs. Rooth added.
"The great critic?"
"I mean that terrible old woman in the red wig."
"That's what I should like to see too," said Sherringham.
"Oh, she has gone ahead; she is pleased with herself. 'Work, work, work,' said Madame Carré. Well, she has worked, worked, worked. That's what Mr. Dashwood is pleased with even more than with other things."
"What do you mean by other things?"
"Oh, her genius and her fine appearance."
"He approves of her fine appearance? I ask because you think he knows what will take."
"I know why you ask," said Mrs. Rooth. "He says it will be worth hundreds of thousands to her."
"That's the sort of thing I like to hear," Sherringham rejoined. "I'll come in to-morrow," he repeated.
"And shall you mind if Mr. Dashwood's here?"
"Does he come every day?"
"Oh, they're always at it."
"Always at it?"
"Why, she acts to him—every sort of thing—and he says if it will do."
