He leaned down to her, speaking in her ear.
“I will answer your question to-morrow. I cannot thank you to-night.”
Then aloud:
“Will you be round at five o’clock to-morrow, Miss Winstanley, please? I should like you to go through one or two scenes with me—a full rehearsal will not be necessary.”
“I will not fail,” she said, giving him her hand.
As they were driven away, Mrs. Carroll took her in her arms and kissed her.
“You were simply wonderful, my dear. Everyone was electrified, and even after the other night I could hardly believe my eyes. We shall lose you now.”
“Not a bit of it,” said her husband. “She must live somewhere, and why not with us? And she can still help me in the mornings, eh, my dear?”
“How good you are to me,” she returned, gratefully. “Of course I will, Mr. Carroll. But when Miss D’Orsay gets well I shall have to wait perhaps a long time——”
The novelist laughed.