Walking slowly, she had not proceeded far when she heard some one calling after her, “You are to come back. Mr. Bowers wishes to see you.”
Not supposing that she was intended, she did not turn till some one touched her arm, and looking back she recognized the young man who had entered the manager’s office as she left it.
“Did you just leave the theatre?” he inquired.
“Yes,” said Helen, with sudden hope.
“Mr. Bowers would like to see you again, then.”
Helen experienced another revulsion of feeling. The clouds seemed breaking. The recall was evidently favorable to her prospects of an engagement.
Five minutes found her once more in the manager’s presence.
“What is your name?” he asked, abruptly.
“Helen Ford.”
“Humph! that will do. Have you parents living?”