"
"On no account," entreated Clovis; "do remember that all
Cassandra's predictions came true. The M.F.H. and the Hunt
Secretary are both awfully superstitious, and they are both going
to be present."
Cassandra retreated hastily to her bedroom to, bathe her eyes
before appearing at tea.
The Baroness and Clovis were by this time scarcely on speaking
terms. Each sincerely wished their respective r?le to be the
pivot round which the entire production should revolve, and each
lost no opportunity for furthering the cause they had at heart.
As fast as Clovis introduced some effective bit of business for
the charioteer (and he introduced a great many), the Baroness
would remorselessly cut it out, or more often dovetail it into her
own part, while Clovis retaliated in a similar fashion whenever
possible. The climax came when Clytemnestra annexed some highly
complimentary lines, which were to have been addressed to the
charioteer by a bevy of admiring Greek damsels, and put them into
the mouth of her lover. Clovis stood by in apparent unconcern
while the words:
"Oh, lovely stripling, radiant as the dawn," were transposed into:
"Oh, Clytemnestra, radiant as the dawn," but there was a dangerous
glitter in his eye that might have given the Baroness warning.
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