She took Caroline's hand -mildly surprised at her outward show of calm when her heart was still hammering and her nerves felt taut as a bowstring -and led the girl to an easy chair. While Caroline settled herself rather primly on the edge of the cushions, Daphne sank informally onto a pouffe at the girl's knee -tucking her feet under her body and resting her elbow on the arm of Caroline's chair.
"Do you really think they'll accept the play?" Caroline asked her suddenly. "Somehow, you know, I just can't see any of the companies putting it on, even with Bruno directing it. It's a very unusual theme for television, isn't it? And -".
Something about Caroline's choice of words made Daphne realise that she, at any rate, had guessed that Bruno's present reputation could do more harm than good t
