She knew that if Mrs. Lambert should recover she would stand by her. She had said as much. But if she died.... The unhappy speculation was not induced by selfishness. The next moment Alexandra’s thoughts were solely concerned with Mrs. Lambert’s personal peril. They made her forget her own fears. She tried to pray for her. It seemed incongruous to pray in Piccadilly, where the car was slowly threading its way among the traffic. Still, surely God could and would hear her in spite of the din made by the motor-buses! They were close to Lambert’s theater now.... Another few minutes.... The piece would be half over.... The car turned down a side street and stopped at the stage door. Alexandra got out. There was the usual difficulty with the stage-door keeper about admittance. He did not know her. She mentioned Mrs. Lambert’s name. That stirred him even less. His attitude toward the last-named was that of the hireling inspired by the master. No _Mrs._ Lambert existed for him. Indeed, the importation of her name struck him as the ruse of a stage-struck damsel. They were always inventing dodges to get past him and make him lose his job. Ten precious minutes passed in futile argument. Even in an urgent case like this, vital to Lambert himself, the absurd inaccessibility of the successful actor toward any one of the outside world was borne in on Alexandra with exaggerated force. "I’ll wait here until Mr. Lambert leaves the theater," she said at last. "And I think I can promise you that you’ll lose your place when he hears that you refused to take up my card." Her indignation and her threat were too real to be ignored. They influenced the man’s manner. "Oh, well, chuck it over," he said grudgingly. She handed it to him. In addition to her name it bore the words "Mrs. Hugh Lambert’s Company." She had already penciled on it a line meant for Lambert’s own eye. The man went off grumbling. When he returned his arrogance had entirely disappeared. "The governor will see you," he said. "Up the stairs and the first door on the right." Then he added insinuatingly: "Sorry to keep you waiting, miss; but I get it that hot if I let anybody pass who’s wanting an engagement." She was indifferent to his regrets. All she wanted was to see Lambert and take him back with her. She passed in, hurried up the stairs, where at the top his dressing-room door stood open.