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           Therewasnoreasonwhysheshouldnotgetsomedramatisttowriteheraplayonthesubject,eitherinproseorinshortlinesofversewithrhymesatnottoofrequentintervals.Shecouldmanagethat,andeffectively.Itwasagoodidea,therewasnodoubtaboutit,andsheknewtheclothesshewouldwear,notthoseflowingdraperiesinwhichSarahswathedherself,buttheshortGreektunicthatshehadseenonabas-reliefwhenshewenttotheBritishMuseumwithCharles.

           "Howfunnythingsare!Yougotothosemuseumsandgalleriesandthinkwhatadamnedboretheyareandthen,whenyouleastexpectit,youfindthatsomethingyou’veseencomesinuseful.Itshowsartandallthatisn’treallywasteoftime."

           Ofcourseshehadthelegsforatunic,butcouldonebetragicinone?Thisshethoughtaboutseriouslyfortwoorthreeminutes.WhenshewaseatingoutherheartfortheindifferentHippolytus(andshegiggledwhenshethoughtofTom,inhisSavileRowclothes,masqueradingasayoungGreekhunter)couldshereallygethereffectswithoutabundantdraperies?Thedifficultyexcitedher.Butthenathoughtcrossedhermindthatforamomentdashedherspirits.

           "It’sallverywell,butwherearethedramatists?SarahhadherSardou,DuseherD’Annunzio.ButwhohaveIgot?’TheQueenofScotshathabonniebairn*andIambutabarrenstock.’"

           Shedidnot,however,letthismelancholyreflectiondisturbherserenityforlong.