“––to remind you that this is my party. I will play host and be honoured if your wife will condescend to join me—and you—at any hour and place she chooses.” 57
“You are most kind,” said Harvey, who had been mentally calculating the three one-dollar bills in his pocket.
And that is how they came to be in the theatre that night.
The curtain was up when Butler returned. He had had a drink.
“Did you send a note back to your wife?” he asked as he sat down.
“What for?”
“To tell her we are here,” hissed the other.
“No, I didn’t,” said Harvey, calmly. “I want to surprise her.”
Butler said something under his breath and was so mad during the remainder of the act that everybody on the stage seemed to be dressed in red.
Miss Duluth did not have to make a change of costume between the second and third acts. It was then that she received visitors in her dressing-room. She had a sandwich and a glass of milk at that time, but was perfectly willing to send across the alley for bottled beer if her callers cared to take anything so commonplace as that.