“Dismissed you?”
Again she inclined her head.
“I should hope so,” laughed Max, shortly. “Paper says he has gone to Atlantic City with a nervous collapse.”
“And the play?” Isabelle said.
“Closed. That’s what you did. Must have endeared yourself to the company.”
With a groan, Isabelle turned her face to the wall, and Wally dragged Max out of the room.
Later Miss Watts came in to offer tea. The girl refused it, but she begged her companion to bring her all the morning papers.
“Wait until to-morrow, my dear,” Miss Watts begged, alarmed at the change in her.
“No. I want to get it over.”
So the papers were brought.