“I know that very well indeed,” said Tab, “I saw her yesterday.”
Rex was instant attention.
“Where?” he asked eagerly. “What is she like, Tab—I mean off the stage? Is she as beautiful—what colour eyes has she?”
Tab pushed back his chair and frowned at the young man across the table.
“Your curiosity is indecent,” he said severely, “really, Rex, I never dreamt that you were so interested in the lady.”
Rex did not meet his eyes.
“I think she is very beautiful,” he said doggedly. “I’d give my head to spend a day with her.”
“Phew!” said Tab, “why you young devil, you are in love with her!”
Rex’s babyish face went crimson.
“Stuff,” he said loudly. “I am very fond of her. I have seen her a hundred times, I suppose, though I have never spoken to her once. She is my idea of the perfect woman. Beautiful of face, with the loveliest voice I have ever heard. I am going to know her one day.”