“Miss Landis,” said the girl in a hesitant manner—“doesn’t seem to worry very much ...?”
“No,” admitted Staff.
“Either that, or she’s as wonderful an actress off the boards as on.”
“They mostly are,” Staff observed. He was hardly ready to criticise his beloved to a comparative stranger. The subject languished and died of inanition.
“By the way—did you ever solve the mystery of your bandbox?”
Staff started. “What made you think of that?”
“Oh—I don’t know.”
“No—haven’t had any chance. I rather expect to find out something by the time I get home, though. It isn’t likely that so beautiful a hat will be permitted to blush unseen.” His interest quickened. “Won’t you tell me, please?” he begged, bending forward.
But the girl laughed softly and shook her head.
“Please!”