“No? But it is very simple. It was you who were so much amazed that I did not try—the music hall stage here.”
“You must admit,” he declared, “that to us—who had seen you—the thought of your trying anything else was amazing.”
“At any rate,” she declared, “your remarks decided me. I have an engagement with a theatrical agent—I believe for the ‘Unusual’.”
“You are going to sing in London?” he said quietly.
“Yes.”
For a moment or two he did not speak. Glancing towards him she saw that a shadow had fallen upon his face.
“Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success. It is that, is it not?”
“No,” he answered readily. “It is not that. The idea of your being a failure would never have occurred to me.”
“Then why are you sorry that I am going to the ‘Unusual’? I do not understand.”