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Good thing I came over to take care of you, I think." "You don't understand," he replied. "Miss Dalstan is well, unlike anybody else. She wants to see you. I am to take you round after the next act, if you would like to go." Beatrice smiled at him in a gratified manner. "I've always wanted to go behind the scenes," she admitted. "I'll come with you, with pleasure.
Elizabeth Dalstan looked at her vis-
"Miss Grimes," he said, "I have brought Miss Dalstan in to see you. She wants " He paused. Something in the stony expression of the girl who had risen to her feet and stood now facing them, her ashen paleness unrelieved by any note of colour, her hands hanging in front of her patched and shabby frock, seemed to check the words upon his lips. Her voice was low but not soft.
I want to live, and I will live, and I grudge every moment out of which I am not extracting the fullest amount of happiness. That's because I've paid. It's the woman's bargaining instinct, you know. She wants to get value.... Now I want to hear about Miss Dalstan. Where did you meet her, and how did you get her to accept your play?" "She was on the Elletania," he explained.
Let me make you acquainted with your opposite neighbour, Miss Elizabeth Dalstan. I dare say, even if you haven't been in the States, you know some of our principal actresses by name."
I only hope that life in the future will make up to you something of what you have lost." The girl's face hardened. Her lips came together in familiar fashion. "I mean it to," she declared. "I am going to make a start to-morrow. I wish, Miss Dalstan, you could get Philip to look at things a little more cheerfully. He has been like a ghost ever since I arrived."
Philip, unaccountably restless, left his seat in a very few minutes, and, making his way to the box office, scribbled a line to Elizabeth. The official to whom he handed it looked at him in surprise. "Won't you go round yourself, Mr. Ware?" he suggested. "Miss Dalstan has another ten minutes before she is on." Philip shook his head. "I'm looking for a man I know," he replied evasively.
"There's no reason to set people talking," she declared. "Their tongues wag fast enough at the theatre, as it is. I've only been there for one day's work, and it seems to me I've heard the inside history of every one connected with the place." "That makes what I have to say easier," he remarked. "Just what do they say about Miss Dalstan and Mr. Sylvanus Power?" She looked at him indignantly.
Afterwards, she rose promptly to her feet, still clapping. "I'm longing to meet Miss Dalstan, Philip," she declared. "She is wonderful. And to think that you wrote it that you created the part for her! I am really quite proud of you."
Last night I felt the first little glow of real friendliness just the men down at the club." "You've put all your eggs into one basket, that's what you've done," she declared. "That's true enough," he groaned. "And like all men selfish brutes!" she proceeded deliberately "you expect everything. Fancy expecting everything from a woman like Miss Dalstan! Why, you aren't worthy of it, you know."
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