Zinsheimer patted her hand encouragingly. "Come over to the Casino," he whispered. "We'll try our luck at the wheel." And with Flossie clinging to his right arm and Pinkie to his left, the genial feather importer started toward the Casino. At the head of the stairway the trio almost collided with Mrs. Dainton's footman, who was carrying the Pomeranian. Close behind came Mrs. Dainton herself, her maids, and her manager. Zinsheimer whispered to the girls quickly.
"That's the English actress," he said quietly. "I once knew her, but we don't speak now as we pass by. Let's be real supercilious."
So, as Zinsheimer and the girls passed by ostentatiously, Pinkie and Flossie, taking their cue, broke forth into peals of merry laughter, while Zinsheimer so guided the party that Mrs. Dainton had to step to one side to avoid Flossie's rattling chatelaines.
Mrs. Dainton sank into an easy-chair, and Victor hurriedly adjusted the cushions for her comfort.
"I beg Madame's pardon, but when shall we leave?" inquired the obsequious personal manager.
"I don't expect to leave at all," replied Mrs. Dainton, sharply.
Anxious to get her back to New York, Mrs. Dainton's manager hoped this last annoyance would move her.
"But the rehearsals for your new play," he said.
"Wire the New York management to send the company out here. We will rehearse here."
Weldon could not refrain from an audible expression of despair, being for a moment dumbfounded at the thought of the expense. Neither Mrs. Dainton nor her manager noticed that a young girl in a simple black gown, who had evidently been searching for a magazine left in one of the chairs, had heard what they said.