"Isn't this rather nice?" she whispered. "Do you like being here with me, Mr. John Strangewey?"
"Of course I do," he answered heartily. "Is this a restaurant?"
She shook her head.
"No, it's a club. We can sit here all night, if you like."
"Can I join?" he asked.
She laughed as she bent for a form and made him fill it in.
"Tell me," he begged, as he looked around him, "who are these girls? They look so pretty and well dressed, and yet so amazingly young to be out at this time of night."
"Mostly actresses," she replied, "and musical-comedy girls. I was in musical comedy myself before Louise rescued me."
"Did you like it?"
"I liked it all right," she admitted, "but I left it because I wasn't doing any good. I can dance pretty well, but I have no voice, so there didn't seem to be any chance of my getting out of the chorus; and one can't even pretend to live on the salary they pay you, unless one has a part."