“Gogo, I am frightened; I am in danger. Help me, Gogo.”
The poor fellow smiled.
“In everything but running away, Diana.”
“And that is just where I want your help. Come to me: come and see me to-morrow, Gogo, will you? O, Gogo, will you?”
“Don’t be foolish, Diana. At what time?”
“You know my address?”
“Of course I do.”
“As early as early, then; the moment I am out of bed.”
Strangely comforted, and looking to see if we were alone, I dropped a tiny kiss on his rough cheek, and ran in gaily, wiping my eyes as I went.
That night I sang my little song with renewed feeling, and ended to a burst of applause. As I was standing at the wings, flushed and radiant, a note was put into my hand. I opened it, and read: “You are in danger. Don’t go home.”