"It's no liberty; but Mr. Sherringham doesn't appear to be able to tell you," said Miriam.
"Well, you know it's a very curious world, all those theatrical people over there," Sherringham said.
"Ah, don't say anything against them, when I'm one of them," Basil Dash wood laughed.
"I might plead the absence of information, as Miss Rooth has neglected to make us acquainted."
Miriam smiled: "I know you both so little." But she presented them, with a great stately air, to each other, and the two men shook hands while Madame Carré observed them.
"Tiens! you gentlemen meet here for the first time? You do right to become friends—that's the best thing. Live together in peace and mutual confidence. C'est de beaucoup le plus sage."
"Certainly, for yoke-fellows," said Sherringham.
He began the next moment to repeat to his new acquaintance some of the things he had been told in London; but their hostess stopped him off, waving the talk away with charming overdone stage-horror and the young hands of the heroines of Marivaux. "Ah, wait till you go, for that! Do you suppose I care for news of your mountebanks' booths?"
