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instinctive, perhaps childish loyalty in each of them that adds the grace and charm of unspoilt youth? Wasn't Tess at heart a mere overgrown child, though she had an illegitimate child of her own?
Of course there were drastic differences, but it is in these differences with the fundamental similarity beneath that the interest and excitement of the comparison consists. Each in turn have been fortunate in appearing on the stage or screen in the form of people who instead of acting a part stepped into their skins. Recently we have had a very living Tess in a London theatre. Wendy Hiller succeeded in not only being a very human, a very individual, Tess but part of the Dorset meadows as well. As she faces a decorous, absurdly second-born husband, then an ardent lover, and later at her arrest, the play might easily have become a farce and then a melodrama. As it was, it was pure humanity throughout, "triste et gai, tour a tour". Tess meets her end as inevitably as the sun sets over the trees, a child who could not see that far.
We were equally fortunate, many years ago and on a very different plane, in the constant nymph. How natural Edna Best was in spite of the efforts of the rest of the distinguished cast to live up to the bohemian and very foreign atmosphere of this somewhat strained play. Elissa Landi, Aubrey Mather, Marie Ney, Cathleen Nesbitt, Noel Coward and later John Gielgud, all fought bravely to maintain this atmosphere, but Edna Best did not fight at all. She ignored it, she was just Tessa, "a child and a woman" at the same time.
It is a pity that the heroine of the film the seventh veil is called Francesca, and the public quite rightly ignored her name. Nothing could be more English than Ann Todd. To her honour she remained an Ann from the beginning to the end. She is amazingly real. In this interesting film she develops perfectly naturally as she grows more of a young woman, and the lanky legs of the schoolgirl disappear beneath the long skirts of the prima donna. Yet in essentials she is still the same and in the end her love for music and her teacher still remains one. The heart of a child is often divided but seldom for long. In this respect, if in no other, Tess, Tessa and Francesca remain essentiallv alike.
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