Thus apostrophized, the girl broke out with one of the speeches of Racine's Phædra, hushing her companions on the instant. "You'll be the English Rachel," said Basil Dashwood when she stopped.
"Acting in French!" Madame Carré exclaimed. "I don't believe in an English Rachel."
"I shall have to work it out, what I shall be," Miriam responded with a rich, pensive effect.
"You're in wonderfully good form to-day," Sherringham said to her; his appreciation revealing a personal subjection which he was unable to conceal from his companions, much as he wished it.
"I really mean to do everything."
"Very well; after all, Garrick did."
"Well, I shall be the Garrick of my sex."
"There's a very clever author doing something for me; I should like you to see it," said Basil Dashwood, addressing himself equally to Miriam and to her diplomatic friend.
"Ah, if you have very clever authors!" Madame Carré spun the sound to the finest satiric thread.
"I shall be very happy to see it," said Sherringham.
This response was so benevolent that Basil Dashwood presently began: "May I ask you at what theatre you have made arrangements?"
Sherringham looked at him a moment. "Come and see me at the Embassy and I'll tell you." Then he added: "I know your sister, Mrs. Lovick."
"So I supposed: that's why I took the liberty of asking such a question."
