She smelled a mouse. "What are you getting at?" she demanded.
"I wanted to take you to the theatre."
"It's too late for a matinee."
"How about a rehearsal?"
Her eyes sparkled. "A rehearsal! Wouldn't that be wonderful! Oh, you're only fooling me."
"Not at all," I said, "Miss Hamerton herself invited you."
"Miss Hamerton! Shall I see her?"
"Sure. And what's more, you are the person to be rehearsed."
She simply stared at me.
"She offers you a small part in her company," I drawled.