She
gave him a touching picture of her niece's condition, which was all
the more vivid for the simple words in which it was expressed: "She
feels she isn't right, you know--she feels she isn't right!"
"Tell her it doesn't matter--it doesn't matter a straw!" said
Wayworth.
"And she's so proud--you know how proud she is!" the old lady went
on.
"Tell her I'm more than satisfied, that I accept her gratefully as
she is."
"She says she injures your play, that she ruins it," said his
interlocutress.
"She'll improve, immensely--she'll grow into the part," the young man
continued.
"She'd improve if she knew how--but she says she doesn't. She has
given all she has got, and she doesn't know what's wanted."
"What's wanted is simply that she should go straight on and trust
me."
"How can she trust you when she feels she's losing you?"
"Losing me?" Wayworth cried.
"You'll never forgive her if your play is taken off!"
"It will run six months," said the author of the piece.
The old lady laid her hand on his arm.
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