"Jennie, for God's sake, what's the matter? Are you dead?"
She gasped. It would have been a relief if she could have fainted. All she could do was to thrust the last pin into her hat and go to the door and open it.
Hubert stood aghast.
"Well, by all the holy cats—!"
"I'm not well, Mr. Wray," she pleaded, with sudden inspiration.
"Ah, go on, Jennie! You were well enough twenty minutes ago."
"Yes; but since then I've been feeling chilled."
He strode into the dressing-room, which he was not supposed to do.
"Chilled—hell! Why, this hole's as hot as blazes."
"It isn't that. I think it's a germ-cold I'm taking."