“All right,” nodded Bertram, with a quizzical smile, as he turned away.
Obediently Bertram asked all the question she could think of, then came back to his wife. There was nothing in his report that even Billy could disapprove of, or worry about; and with almost a contented look on her face she turned toward the stage as the curtain went up on the second act.
“I love this balcony scene,” she sighed happily.
Romeo, however, had not half finished his impassioned love-making when Billy clutched her husband's arm almost fiercely.
“Bertram,” she fairly hissed in a tragic whisper, “I've just happened to think! Won't it be awful when Baby falls in love? I know I shall just hate that girl for taking him away from me!”
“Sh-h! Billy!” expostulated her husband, choking with half-stifled laughter. “That woman in front heard you, I know she did!”
“Well, I shall,” sighed Billy, mournfully, turning back to the stage.
“'Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night, till it be morrow,”'
sighed Juliet passionately to her Romeo.
“Mercy! I hope not,” whispered Billy flippantly in Bertram's ear. “I'm sure I don't want to stay here till to-morrow! I want to go home and see Baby.”