"Dodo, let us bury the thought of that for ever. There are some
memories which are sacred to me. The memory of Chesterford is one. He
was very faithful, and he was very unhappy. I feel as if I was striking
his dead body when you speak of it. Requiescat."
They rose and went down to the hotel; the sun had set, and it grew
suddenly cold.
The theatricals that night were a great success. Dodo was simply
inimitable. Two maiden ladies left the hotel the next morning.