"Bolted?" he echoed. "How do you know?"
"Queenie Vavasour and Miss Jinman have been to his rooms this morning. They went to tell him they must have some money. He has gone, he went last night—with our concert sixpences."
"I say!" exclaimed Conrad. He was by this time almost a member of the Company. "What are we all going to do?"
"It's a nice fix," continued Rosalind, reproachfully. "I told you this would happen, I never thought he'd be able to take us on anywhere else—never for a moment. Didn't I warn you?"
"You did," said Conrad. "Oh! I admit it. Will you have a sardine, or——? Miss Lascelles, let me give you some of the pretty ones with the red and yellow."
"I told you all along," repeated Rosalind, "that girls could do nothing for themselves in a matter like that; that it needed a man to take it up. Now, didn't I say so?"
"You said so several times. But you didn't suggest what I should do. I couldn't menace him with a revolver."
"Men are so lazy!" she smiled.
"You may smile," said Conrad reprovingly, "but it's very serious for us. We are all out of an engagement."
"Yes," she agreed. "And goodness only knows when you'll get one again!"