"Oh, then! You weren’t sensible in those days. I must see what I can do for you." He turned to his stage-manager, who was present. "’Phone Goss and Lander to come round. I want to talk over a new song to be put in for Miss Hersey." The sudden stroke of luck quite confounded Alexandra. Just as Maggy was unaware of the far-reaching effects of her hints, so was she unable to account for her preferment. She hardly dared to believe it would materialize. But a couple of days later her new song and the script of a few lines of dialogue to introduce it were handed to her. She was to have a week in which to rehearse them. De Freyne watched some of these rehearsals, giving much mental consideration to the style of costume best suited to the singer. In the end he thought out a design in sprigged muslin, looped with turquoise ribbon. It would have a refined and childish effect. Refinement, homeopathically prescribed, would by its contrast look well on the stage of the Pall Mall. What De Freyne was not prepared for was an expression of gratitude from Alexandra. After her first rehearsal she sought him in his office. He assumed that, after the manner of her kind, she had come to ask for an increase of salary. "Well, aren’t you satisfied?" he enquired, hoping to put her off. "I’ve come to thank you," was her shy answer. "It’s so kind of you, Mr. De Freyne. I’m very grateful." He was so unaccustomed to being thanked by the members of his chorus, and so seldom deserved any, that for a moment he was taken aback. "That’s all right," he rejoined. "All I want is that you don’t show any nervousness. Audiences only allow for nervousness on the first night of a piece. After that it fidgets them. I’m going to Lucille’s for your dress. It’s to be _à la jeune fille_. No shocks to your modesty. As for the rest, well, I daresay you’ll introduce me to H.R.H. one of these days, eh?" It was more a statement than a question, and De Freyne did not wait for an answer. When they met after the performance that night Alexandra, rather bewildered, told Maggy of her good fortune and De Freyne’s curious remark. Maggy’s delight was such that she jumped. "Oh, my dear!" she cried. "I’ll tell you now. First it was your furs and then it was me. We’ve done the trick between us. But come away from the theater or some one will hear me and then all the fat will be in the fire!" She dragged Alexandra away from the stage-door and described her interview with De Freyne. Alexandra listened petrified. "Maggy, how could you?" she protested piteously. "I—I can’t let him go on thinking such a mad thing! I shall have to tell him it isn’t true."