“Because this is different. He intends to give only artistic entertainment. Everybody will go.”
“I—I don’t expect to be in town a week from to-night.”
“Ah? I didn’t know you were planning to leave. Is Mr. Sinclair accompanying you?”
The secretary always clung to the formal title.
“No, he isn’t. You and he can divide these tickets and take your best girls. Perhaps he will have one by that time.”
She put the envelope back on Grimshaw’s desk.