"No," he said, "I wasn't here then—I was just too late. How many tickets can you let me have?"
"Oh, you'll get them at the door! we haven't got any. You'll really come, won't you?"
"I'll come if I miss my dinner to get there," he vowed. "Where is Victoria Hall?"
"It's—I don't know the name of the street. It's near the station. Anybody'll tell you. We begin at eight o'clock."
This was all very well, but the Girl of the Voice had not spoken again, and he wished she would say something.
"Shall I hear you sing, too?" he asked, looking across at her. He looked across at her just as they approached a lamp-post, and his most sanguine hopes were realised. He found her adorable.
"No, I am not in the programme," said Rosalind.
"Here's a policeman!" cried Miss Lascelles. "Can you tell us where Gandy's the greengrocer's is?" she begged again.
The constable did not know, and, official though useless, took a long time to say so. More intelligently he remarked that it was "Nasty weather for Boxing-day," and Conrad gave him a half-crown. The next instant they deciphered the name of "Gandy" themselves.
"What a stupid policeman!" exclaimed Rosalind, pouting. She pulled the bell, and glanced at Conrad. Conrad happened to be glancing at her. "Your troubles are nearly over," she said with a smile.