"I have a plan for her," said Harold, with a proprietary air. "Who knows but this time next year she will be playing in 'Phantom Love'?"
Eleanor's wandering thoughts came to instant attention.
"Is there a part I could play?" she asked eagerly, leaning across the table with her chin on her clasped hands.
Harold watched her with an amused smile. "What would you say if I told you I had written a rôle especially for you? Would you dare to take it?"
Eleanor closed her eyes and drew a breath of rapture.
"Would I? There isn't anything in heaven or earth that could prevent me!"
"Mrs. Bartlett," said the trim maid, "there's a young man at the front door."
The conversation hung suspended while Mrs. Ranny inquired concerning his mission.
"It's the young man that brings messages from the office, ma'am."
"Oh, it must be Quin," said Mr. Ranny, rising and going into the hall. "Did you want to see me about something?"