"Doris advises me to try Walter Keal," said Lily. "Dick—her husband—has given me a letter for him which may be useful, he says."
"Who's Walter Keal?"
"Don't you know?" exclaimed Lily. "He sends out all the Vanity shows."
Norah bit her lips in mortification. She hated not to know things and decided to avoid meeting Doris, who as a professional actress of at least a year's standing would be likely to patronize her.
"You see," Lily went on, "he'll be sending out 'Miss Elsie of Chelsea' at the end of December, and if we could get in the chorus we should be all right till June."
"The chorus?" echoed Norah, disdainfully. "I never thought of joining the chorus of a musical comedy."
"It might only be for a few months, and when you're with Walter Keal there's always the chance of getting to the Vanity."
"A Vanity girl!" repeated Norah, scornfully. "For everybody to look at!"
Lily told her friend that it was better to be looked at as a Vanity girl than to spend her life looking at other people from a window in West Kensington.
"But I can't sing," Norah objected.