"I know, Charlie. But you don't understand. My turn in a few minutes, Rachel. We'll wait here till the Chekov thing comes on. Do you know Felixson? He's got a wonderful thing for the bill after this. A religious play. Awfully strong. That's him with the bushy hair. You must know him."
"You don't mean you act in this damn joint?"
"Oh, I'm just helping out for next week. It's lots of fun, Charlie."
Rachel stood up suddenly from the uncomfortable bench seat.
"I must go," she murmured. "I'm sorry."
Turning quickly she walked out of the place. Behind her Charlie laughed. "A wild little thing."
Mary with her body pressed closely against him combated an influence that seemed at work upon Charlie.
"She's changed a great deal, poor girl," said Mary.
"What is she?"