"I hope so, thank you," Mrs. Birkett said, feeling that if the bazaar were not a great success, she would have gone through a good deal for a very little. She longed to be allowed to go away, but she was not quite sure whether she would not be jeopardising the success of the bazaar by leaving at this juncture. Visions of having promised to meet her reverend husband to go for a walk at a given moment were haunting her. Finally, with a desperate effort, she said-- "I am afraid I have an appointment, Lady Chaloner, and must go now, unless there is anything more I can do." "Oh, must you go?" said Lady Chaloner, "we had better meet in the morning, I think, and make a final list of the stalls." "Certainly," said Mrs. Birkett, with a sigh of relief, and with a determined effort she tried to include the circle she was leaving in one salutation, and made away as fast as she could. "I hope," said the Princess, "the poor lady is not shocked at having a Cafe Chantant in her Church bazaar." "At any rate," said Wentworth, "she will be consoled when you hand over the results to her afterwards." "What is the name of the piece you are going to do?" said Lady Chaloner, pencil in hand. "_Une porte qui s'ouvre_," said Moricourt, with a glance at the Princess. "Oh! if you think we'll have that one!" said the Princess. "Would you believe, Lady Chaloner, that he wants me to be the maid in it instead of the leading lady, because he kisses the maid behind the door!" "My dear Maddy!" said Lady Chaloner, reprovingly. "Don't look so shocked at me, dear Lady Chaloner," she said. "I am sure I am as shocked myself at the suggestion, as----" "Mrs. Birkett," suggested Wentworth. "Precisely," said the Princess. "At any rate we'll put that piece on the list for the present," said Lady Chaloner. "Then there will be a song from Lady Adela----" "And a song from Mr. Wentworth," said Moricourt. "That's splendid," said Lady Chaloner. "The Cafe Chantant will do. The only thing I rather regret is about the stalls, that every one is goin' to sell the same thing." "And who is going to buy?" said the Princess. "That's another difficulty," said Lady Chaloner, "they'll all have to buy from one another." "We had better have some autographs," said the Princess, "they always sell." "Very good," said Lady Chaloner, putting it down on the list. "You had better get some." "All right," said the Princess. "We'll have some of all kinds, I think. I will get some from those people too," nodding her head in the direction of the London manager. "Everybody considers himself an autograph in these days," said Wentworth; "it is terrible what a levelling age we live in." "We might sell photographs, of course," said the Princess, "instead of autographs." "Or both," said Lady Chaloner, earnestly and anxiously, as though contemplating all sources of revenue. "Signed photographs." "Excellent," said Wentworth.