Somehow she seemed to GIVE
it all to me. I took it--I took it. I kept her before me, I drank
her in. For the first time, in the whole study of the part, I had my
model--I could make my copy. All my courage came back to me, and
other things came that I hadn't felt before. She was different--she
was delightful; as I've said, she was a revelation. She kissed me
when she went away--and you may guess if I kissed HER. We were
awfully affectionate, but it's YOU she likes!" said Violet Grey.
Wayworth had never been more interested in his life, and he had
rarely been more mystified. "Did she wear vague, clear-coloured
garments?" he asked, after a moment.
Violet Grey stared, laughed, then bade him go in to supper. "YOU
know how she dresses!"
He was very well pleased at supper, but he was silent and a little
solemn. He said he would go to see Mrs. Alsager the next day. He
did so, but he was told at her door that she had returned to Torquay.
She remained there all winter, all spring, and the next time he saw
her his play had run two hundred nights and he had married Violet
Grey.
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