"Fred wouldn’t like it. He wouldn’t like my coming here either. I did it because it was for somebody else. Thank you ever so much though. I do think you’re kind." She gave his hand a hearty grip. Chalfont saw her to the door. "Lexie appears on Thursday night. Don’t forget. Come and clap," were her farewell words. She hailed a passing taxi. Chalfont helped her in. As it drove off she waved to him, smiling. To Chalfont it seemed that her smile lit the street. XXXI The transfer of the borrowed diamonds to Alexandra was a troublesome job. For once Maggy was reticent. In effect she said, "Ask no questions and you will be told no lies." Hers was the stronger will and in the end it prevailed. Alexandra wore them and De Freyne saw them. His shrewd eyes did not mistake them for stage jewelry. He saw they were real and was rather flabbergasted by their value. Maggy hoped and prayed he would not interrogate her again and that he would refrain from putting awkward questions to Alexandra. He did neither. He was much too satisfied with Alexandra’s opulent appearance to ask questions. Moreover, he thought he could have provided answers to them himself. Alexandra had had her baptism of stage-fright on tour. Curiously enough, when it came to walking into the limelight of the stage of the Pall Mall she was hardly nervous at all. She did not know it, but the loss of her old enthusiasm for the stage made her indifferent. Her sensations were deadened. De Freyne noticed her calmness and put it down to self-confidence, the same confidence that had procured her the attentions of her august "friend." She did not leap into fame that night. She attracted notice. The audience thought her pretty and dainty. They found her refinement rather in the nature of a _sorbet_ between coarser fare. They were not quite sure that they appreciated her air of unconcern but it impressed them. So did her diamonds. De Freyne was very pleased with her and himself as well. A good many of his friends, several newspaper critics, and others who had a financial interest in the Pall Mall, felicitated him in the foyer on his discernment in recognizing talent among the members of his chorus and incidentally from among the choruses of lesser managers upon whose folds he and his emissaries were always watching and making raids. He went round to the wings to congratulate Alexandra. "I’ve only one fault to find," he said. "You coughed twice." "I’ve had a cold for some time," was her excuse. "You ought to take something. See a doctor." "I will, if it doesn’t get better." "That’s right." Alexandra had on the white wrap which all ladies of the company were expected to wear over their costumes when not on the stage. He drew it slightly aside, exposing her neck. "Damn fine diamonds, those, my dear. They ought to keep colds away."