Epilogue
　　Extract from the Evening Shout:
　　We regret to announce the death of Lady Westholme, M.P., the result of a tragic¹ accident.
　　Lady Westholme, who was fond of travelling in out-of-the-way countries, always took asmall revolver with her. She was cleaning this when it went off accidentally and killed her.
　　Death was instantaneous. The deepest sympathy will be felt for Lord Westholme, etc., etc.
　　On a warm June evening five years later Sarah Boynton and her husband sat in the stalls of a Londontheatre. The play was Hamlet. Sarah gripped Raymond’s arm as Ophelia’s words came floating overthe footlights:
　　How should I your true love know
　　From another one?
　　By his cockle hat and staff,
　　And his sandal shoon.
　　He is dead and gone, lady,
　　He is dead and gone;
　　At his head a grass-green turf;
　　At his heels a stone.
　　O, ho!
　　A lump rose in Sarah’s throat. That exquisite² witless beauty, that lovely unearthly smile of one gonebeyond trouble and grief to a region where only a floating mirage³ was truth…Sarah said to herself: ‘She’s lovely…’
　　That haunting, lilting voice, always beautiful in tone, but now disciplined and modulated⁴ to bethe perfect instrument.
　　Sarah said with decision as the curtain fell at the end of the act: ‘Jinny’s a great actress—a great—great actress!’
　　Later they sat round a supper-table at the Savoy. Ginevra, smiling, remote, turned to the beardedman by her side.
　　‘I was good, wasn’t I, Theodore?’
　　‘You were wonderful, chérie.’
　　A happy smile floated on her lips.
　　She murmured: ‘You always believed in me—you always knew I could do great things—swaymultitudes…’
　　At a table not far away the Hamlet of the evening was saying gloomily:
　　‘Her mannerisms! Of course people like it just at first—but what I say is, it’s not Shakespeare.
　　Did you see how she ruined my exit?’
　　Nadine, sitting opposite Ginevra, said: ‘How exciting it is to be here in London with Jinnyacting Ophelia and being so famous!’

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