Keene took care that Muriel had a good dinner in spite of her protestations that she was too excited to eat, and some very especial Mumm was produced to wish her success.
11.30 p.m.
It was over.
The theatre was just empty.
Mr. Keene’s room was crowded, and Muriel’s name was in everyone’s mouth.
She was a success.
Three times had she been called before the curtain, trembling so that Keene had grasped her hand tightly, and the last time almost carried her to Mrs. Carroll who was awaiting her in the dressing-room.
“Her fortune’s made!” said Scott Roberts, as he and Alex. Fraser went to greet her when Mrs. Carroll brought her to the green-room.
“As usual, Keene’s on his feet. I did not see her bit of Beatrice the other night——”