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Updated: July 9, 2025
"I suppose it must be black," she murmured doubtfully. "It is much more economical than anything " She broke off to bow to a stout, red-faced man who, after a rude stare, had greeted her with a patronizing nod. Laverick frowned. "Who is that fellow?" he asked. "Mr. Heepman, our stage-manager," Zoe answered, a little timidly. "Is there any particular reason why he should behave like a boor?"
Her lips quivered and the sense of impending disaster which seemed to be brooding over her life became almost overwhelming. "I'll come back as soon as I can," she promised, with a little break in her voice, "as soon as ever I can, Mr. Heepman." She hurried out of the theatre and took her place once more among the hurrying throng of pedestrians. Several people turned round to look at her.
After waiting for some time, the case was adjourned until the next day, and the accused man was removed in custody. Zoe laid down the paper and rose to her feet. She made her way to where the stage-manager was superintending the erection of some new scenery. "Mr. Heepman," she exclaimed, "I cannot stay to rehearsal! I have to go out." He turned heavily round and looked at her.
Her little hand, when she gave it to him at parting, was quite cold. "I'm as nervous as I can be," she confessed. "Mr. Heepman will be watching all the night for something to find fault with me about." "Don't you let him bully you," Laverick begged. "I won't," she promised. "Good-bye! Thanks so much for my dinner." She turned away with a brave attempt at a smile, but it was only an attempt.
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