“Now you are making me feel nervous,” Melita complained, “and it is most unkind of you. I have been rehearsing my part word for word as I had my bath. I expect to be a very good actress and for you to commend me as I leave the stage.”
“I promise to do that,” Sir John replied. “To make sure you act the part exactly as we planned it I suggest you put a ring on the third finger of your left hand.”
Melita gave a cry.
“Of course! As usual I have forgotten it. I did not think that you noticed I was not wearing it in Greece, but somehow it makes me feel as if it is criticising me and it is almost shouting aloud that I am a liar!”
“Your imagination is running away with you,” Sir John remarked. “For Heaven’s sake just be your natural self. Otherwise they might guess that we are playing a
