“Nonsense!” exclaimed Merry, but it was plain he did not fancy the idea. “No one but a crazy female would think of doing such an immodest thing.”
“From what you have said, it’s plain you think some females do get a little daffy over actors.”
“Whut ef it is one?” asked Ephraim, still chuckling. “Whut will yeou do, Frank?”
“I’ll give her a little advice!” exclaimed Merry, as he prepared to go. “I shall talk plainly to her. But it may be some actress who is out of an engagement and wants a position.”
He went out, leaving Bart and Ephraim in the room. Frank was not in the most agreeable mood possible, for he had been annoyed by the letters.
He made his way straight to the ladies’ parlor. In a corner a woman was sitting. No other person happened to be in the parlor at the moment when Frank entered.
As Frank came in, the woman rose quickly and came toward him. He paused when he saw her face fairly.
“Great Scott!” was his mental exclamation. “It is the one who threw the flowers from the box!”
The woman was handsomely dressed, and she showed some signs of agitation. Frank surveyed her quickly. He saw at a glance that she was a person who seemed more attractive at a distance than on closer view. Still she was of the type that most men might call handsome. There was a look of mingled boldness and hesitation about her that was rather bewildering.
Her voice was not unpleasant.