She looked at him earnestly with her sad eyes, made to seem unnaturally large by the lining pencil.
"Do you ever think of yourself?" she whispered. "You always seem to be thinking about others, but never of yourself."
"Of course I think of myself, Cassie."
"Well, you don't seem to, Frank."
Merry watched the old actor. The next time Dan sneaked away to the dressing room, Frank followed. He entered suddenly, and found the old fellow just in the act of taking a drink.
With two swift strides Frank reached the spot where he could snatch the bottle from Lee.
"I am sorry about this, Mr. Lee," said the young manager, reproachfully.
Old Dan clutched at the bottle, choking with disappointment and surprise.
"It—it's mine!" he spluttered.
"Yes, I presume so, but it is bad stuff for you to have just now. You have taken too much already."