The count.  Oh, she has not been.  I should have explained that two years ago my daughter left me to complete her education at Cambridge.  Cambridge was my own University; and though of course there were no women there in my time, I felt confident that if the atmosphere of the eighteenth century still existed anywhere in England, it would be at Cambridge.  About three months ago she wrote to me and asked whether I wished to give her a present on her next birthday.  Of course I said yes; and she then astonished and delighted me by telling me that she had written a play, and that the present she wanted was a private performance of it with real actors and real critics.

Savoyard.  Yes:  thats what staggered me.  It was easy enough to engage a company for a private performance:  it’s done often enough.  But the notion of having critics was new.  I hardly knew how to set about it.  They dont expect private engagements; and so they have no agents.  Besides, I didnt know what to offer them.  I knew that they were cheaper than actors, because they get long engagements:  forty years sometimes; but thats no rule for a single job.  Then theres such a lot of them:  on first nights they run away with all your stalls:  you cant find a decent place for your own mother.  It would have cost a fortune to bring the lot.

The count.  Of course I never dreamt of having them all.  Only a few first-rate representative men.

Savoyard.  Just so.  All you want is a few sample opinions.  Out of a hundred notices you wont find more than four at the outside that say anything different.  Well, Ive got just the right four for you.  And what do you think it has cost me?

The count. [shrugging his shoulders] I cannot guess.

Savoyard.  Ten guineas, and expenses.  I had to give Flawner Bannal ten.  He wouldnt come for less; and he asked fifty.  I had to give it, because if we hadnt had him we might just as well have had nobody at all.

The count.  But what about the others, if Mr Flannel—­

Savoyard. [shocked] Flawner Bannal.

The count. —­if Mr Bannal got the whole ten?

Savoyard.  Oh, I managed that.  As this is a high-class sort of thing, the first man I went for was Trotter.

The count.  Oh indeed.  I am very glad you have secured Mr Trotter.  I have read his Playful Impressions.

Savoyard.  Well, I was rather in a funk about him.  Hes not exactly what I call approachable; and he was a bit stand-off at first.  But when I explained and told him your daughter—­

The count. [interrupting in alarm] You did not say that the play was by her, I hope?

Savoyard.  No:  thats been kept a dead secret.  I just said your daughter has asked for a real play with a real author and a real critic and all the rest of it.  The moment I mentioned the daughter I had him.  He has a daughter of his own.  Wouldnt hear of payment!  Offered to come just to please her!  Quite human.  I was surprised.