He paused, gazed at her, and kissed her.
Then Kitty Sartorius entered, a marvellous vision, with Belmont in her wake. Kitty glanced hesitatingly at the massive and good-humoured Lionel.
“The fact is——” said Kitty, and paused.
“We are engaged,” said Lionel. “You aren’t surprised?”
“Our warmest congratulations!” Cecil observed. “No. We can’t truthfully say that we are staggered. It is in the secret nature of things that a leading lady must marry her manager—a universal law that may not be transgressed.”
“Moreover,” said Eve later, in Cecil’s private ear, as they were separating for the night, “we might have guessed much earlier. Theatrical managers don’t go scattering five-hundred-pound bracelets all over the place merely for business reasons.”
“But he only scattered one, my dear,” Cecil murmured.
“Yes, well. That’s what I mean.”