She told him, and she added, "I think she _must_ be an actress of some
sort."
"Very likely, but I hope she won't feel obliged to call because we're
connected with the profession."
Some time afterwards Louise was stitching at a centre-piece she was
embroidering for the dining-table, and Maxwell was writing a letter for
the _Abstract_, which he was going to send to the editor with a note
telling him that if it were the sort of thing he wanted he would do the
letters for them.
"After all," she breathed, "that look of the eyes may be purely
physical."
"What look?" Maxwell asked, from the depths of his work.
She laughed in perfect content, and said: "Oh, nothing." But when he
finished his letter, and was putting it into the envelope, she asked:
"Did you tell Mr. Grayson that Godolphin had returned the play?"
"No, I didn't. That wasn't necessary at this stage of the proceedings."
"No."