“Very much. Booth is her actor-idol, you know.”
“So I have heard.” She spread her crochet work on her knee as if measuring its length, then with striking indifference picked it up again and adjusted her needle,—
“She came in rather late, didn’t she?”
“Did she?” questioned Mrs. Levice, parrying with enjoyment the indirect thrusts. “I did not know; had the curtain risen?”
“No; there was plenty of time for every one to recognize her.”
“I had no idea she was so well known.”
“Those who did not know her, knew her escort. Dr. Kemp is well known, and his presence is naturally remarked.”
“Yes; his appearance is very striking.”
“Aunt Esther!” The vehemence of Mrs. Lewis’s feelings sent her ball of cotton rolling to the other end of the room.
“My dear, what is it?” Mrs. Levice turned a pair of bright, interested eyes on her niece.