"Nonsense, Bill!" interrupted the manager, yet with a note of sympathy in his tone.
"Rot!" commented hard features, not the least comprehending.
"Where is she now?" asked the other, shaking his head dubiously, still uncertain and unconvinced.
"Her father and mother took her home right after the performance, and I hope she is fast asleep in her bed by this time, like a good little girl," continued the manager. "Here's your check, Bill. Be on hand Monday night when we open at X——"
THE LAST TRIBUTE TO HIS GENIUS
TRAGEDY
"I have heard
That guilty creatures sitting at a play,
Have, by the very cunning of the scene,