"She was with me on tour in 'The Camera Girl.' No. 2 Company."
"Address?"
Again Maggy came to the rescue.
"Put her down to mine. 109 Sidey Street. Then you'll remember us both—p'r'aps!"
She hooked her arm in Alexandra's and made for the wings. When they were in the passage facing the stage-door she said:
"I'll help you find rooms if you like. I've nothing to do. I say, you can sing!"
"If it hadn't been for you—"
"Oh, rats!"
"But it was awfully good of you," Alexandra maintained. "Is there a room in the house where you live?" she asked, actuated by a strong desire not to lose sight of her new acquaintance.
"There's room in my room, that's all. I pay ten shillings a week. My landlady charges fifteen for two in it. That would be seven-and-six each. But"—she made a wry face—"you wouldn't like it. It's slummy. There's a smell of fried fish and a beastly row half the night. Still, you can have a look at it if you like."