“I wish you were strong. You work too darned hard.”
Her head was covered with the coral cap and feather. Dan saw her billowy skirt, her silken hose, her little coral shoes. She fluttered at the door which Higgins opened.
“Why haven’t you been to see me?” she asked him. “You are not very polite.”
“I am coming in now.”
“Not a bit of it. I’m too busy, and it is a short entr’acte. Go and see the girl you came here to see.”
Dan thought that the reason she forbade him to come in was because Prince Poniotowsky waited for her in her dressing-room. It was his first jealous moment, and the feeling fell on him with a swoop, and its fangs fastened in him with a stinging pain. He stammered:
“I didn’t come to see any girl here but you. I came to see you.”
“Come to-morrow at two, at the Savoy.”
But before Dan realized his own precipitation, he had seized the door-handle as Letty Lane went within and was about to close her room against him, and said quickly: