A CASE OF INTERFERENCE
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A CASE OF INTERFERENCE
"What I want to know," said the chairman of the committee, wearily, "is just this. Are we going to give the Lady of Lyons, or are we not? I have a music lesson at four and a tea at five, and while your sprightly and interesting conversation is ever pleasing to me—"
"Oh, Neal, don't! Think of something for us! Don't you want us to give it?"
"I think it's too love-making. And no one up here makes love. The girls will howl at that garden scene. You must get something where they can be funny."
"But, Neal, dear, you can make beautiful love!"
"Certainly I can, but I can't make it alone, can I? And Margaret Ellis is a stick—a perfect stick. But then, have it! I see you're bent on it. Only I tell you one thing—it will take more rehearsing than the girls will want to give. And I shan't do one word of it publicly till I think that we have rehearsed enough together. So that's all I've got to say till Wednesday, and I must go!"
The door opened—shut; and before the committee had time for comment or criticism, their chairman had departed.
"Neal's a trifle cross," suggested Patsy, mildly. "Something's the matter with her," said Julia Leslie. "She got a note from Miss Henderson this afternoon, and I think she's going to see her now. Oh, I haven't the vaguest idea—What? No, I know it's not about her work. Neal's all straight with that department. Well, I think I'll go over to the Gym and hunt out a suit. Who has the key to the property box now?"