"I wish we had let the taxi go."
After twenty minutes I remarked:
"I always feel like an idiot when I have to wait at a stage door."
"I don't see why you do it, then," said he.
"And I hate it worse when I'm in evening dress. I hate the way the actors look at us, when they come out. They think we're a couple of Johnnies."
"And supposing they do?"
I do not know how long this unsatisfactory dialogue might have continued had not some one come to the inside of the stage door and spoken to the doorman, whereat he indicated us with a gesture and said:
"There they are."
At this a woman emerged. The light was dim, but I saw that she wore no hat and had on an apron. As she came toward us we advanced.
"You wait for madame?" she asked, with the accent of a Frenchwoman.