“Bravo!” cried a voice at the door. “May I come in? I couldn’t make any one hear, so I strolled this way. Say, now, did you leave the door open on purpose?”
“Go away,” said Kitty. “We don’t want you. We are having a private rehearsal.”
“So I perceive; but I want to be admitted. Do, Miss Clovis, ask me to have a glass of wine. I have so many things to tell you.”
“Of course, of course,” she replied, as she rose and rang the bell for another glass, and so Reginald Gray came in.
“Catch!” said Kitty, throwing him a piece of bread. He caught it in his hand.
“Not that way—like a dog!” and she held up another piece.
“Be quiet,” said Clovis, “and go away, Kitty! You may come back directly.”
The girl sprang from the sofa, and, without a word, went into the next room, closing the door after her.
“Well!” said Cassandra, “what did he think of it?”
“He—was—shocked!” and her companion leaned back, putting the tips of his fingers together.