Jess, who was seated at the piano, promptly strummed a merry dance-tune, and all laughed to watch Madame Cheape's absurd caperings. There had been a time when Evarne would immediately have been outraged by the painful spectacle, but now, to behold a half-drunken woman providing merriment for a roomful of men was no longer strange or instantly repulsive. She laughed too, until she suddenly realised that she had been enabled to discover that Madame Cheape wore red garters, and remembered that she was in the society of presumably respectable men. She became scandalised, and, springing to her feet, called, to Jess to cease playing at once. Then, since the dancing was continued with renewed vigour to compensate for the absence of music, Evarne laid her hands on the shoulders of the skittish performer, and suggested that "Clarinda" should retire and have a nice long night in readiness for the morrow. But dear "Clarinda," not being taken by this notion, declined to act upon it. She hadn't nearly done her dance yet. Let Miss Stornway be off to bed herself. But Evarne was determined to get the intoxicated woman out of the room, and rapidly crossing to the door, flung it open as a preliminary to bringing "gentle strength" to reinforce her wise advice. Outside a surprise awaited Evarne. She found herself face to face with the flabbergasted Mrs. Sargeant, who was standing on the doormat. "You were just coming in, I suppose?" inquired Evarne politely. The landlady stammered, and at length confessed that she had been listening. But her explanation made the action appear forgivable--even touching. Her son was a sailor, she said; he used to sing "Sweet Géneviève," and until this evening she had not heard it since he went away to sea. Evarne believed her, and was moved to sympathy. "Would you very much like to hear it again?" she asked. "I'm sure Mr. Douglas won't mind repeating it." Gratefully the woman entered the room and stood by the piano, her eyes fixed on the singer, as once more his exquisite notes sweetened the air. Then, full of thanks, she went out, taking the unsentimental Madame Cheape with her, and ere long the party broke up. CHAPTER XXI THE CAREER OF "CALEDONIA'S BARD" At length the feared and fateful Wednesday dawned. The morning was devoted to a final rehearsal that only left everyone more confused--more hopeless--than ever. Not a solitary actor was word-perfect in all the _rôles_ that fell to his share. Evarne and Jess, with a single part apiece, were the most promising, but both were absolutely inexperienced, and now rather frightened.