"Not really! When will it be produced?"
"Sometime in the spring. I go on to New York next month to make the final arrangements. When do you go?"
"I don't know that I am going. I'm trying my best to get grandmother's consent."
"You must go anyhow," said Harold. "I want you to have three months at the Kendall School, and then do you know what I am going to do?"
"What?" she asked with sparkling eagerness.
"I am going to try you out in 'Phantom Love.' You remember you said if I wrote a part especially for you that nothing in heaven or earth could prevent your taking it."
"And have you written a part especially for me?"
"I certainly have. A young Southern girl who moves through the play like a strain of exquisite music. The only trouble is that the rôle promises to be more appealing than the star's."
"That's the loveliest thing I ever heard of anybody doing!" cried Eleanor, breathless with gratitude. "Does Papa Claude know?"
"Of course he knows. We worked it out together. I am going to find him a small apartment, so he can be ready for you when you come. It shouldn't be later than November the first."