“Yes,” said the manager, “and a first-class audience. Did you notice those two side boxes?”
Jeffrey looked.
“They have both got the curtains drawn,” he said.
The manager laughed.
“Yes. They have been drawn like that since the first scene. I expect that a London manager is behind each, eh, Miss Marlowe? Ah, I shan’t be able to keep you long!”
Doris smiled absently and passed on to her dressing-room.
But in the next act she happened to look up at the right-hand box, and she saw that the curtains had been drawn aside.
She glanced at it with the pre-occupied look of an actor, and saw that the only occupant of the box was a young and very beautiful girl, with dark, flashing eyes, and bright, golden hair.
The other box remained screened, and the occupant invisible.
The play proceeded, and then came the shower of bouquets.