Dean was enchanted. He had had but vague ideas of what a theater was like, and to him everything seemed real. There was one place where the villain of the piece throws the heroine from a bridge into the water. Dean uttered a little exclamation.
Guy turned to him with a smile.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I—I almost thought it was real," said Dean. "I was afraid she would drown."
"And I dare say you wanted to punish the brutal ruffian?"
"Yes, I did," admitted Dean.
"Probably he and the girl are excellent friends in real life. Why, they are husband and wife," he added, referring to the play bill.
"It doesn't seem possible."
"I envy you, Dean. You enjoy the play much better than I do, for you believe in it while I know it for a sham—that is, I know it's merely play-acting. Look in the next row—you see there is some one who believes in it as much as you do."