"Mine's Liss Lyle. (It's Elizabeth Leek really, but in the profession one has to think of something better than that.) There's the Imperial there. Just shake me off at the front entrance, and I'll slip round to the stage door."
"Oh, but I want to drive you right up to the stage door!" said Marjorie frankly. "It will be wonderful!"
The little woman of the world at her side smiled indulgently.
"Very well then, dear, you shall! Round that corner, and then round again."
Marjorie set down her passenger with a genuine pang. She was certain now what was wrong in her life. She had no one to gossip with.
The two girls shook hands.
"Thanks awfully!" said Liss. "Also for Little Willie Waterproof." She took off the raincoat.
"Stick to it just now," said Marjorie: "it may be raining when you come out."
"Can I? I love you for that. I'll come round and leave it for you somewhere, shall I?"
Marjorie dived impulsively into the opening offered.