This was a new play by him!
“Ah,” my heart seemed to say, “now again you will hear his dear words, although spoken by alien mouths. The love seens——”
I could not finish. Although married and forever beyond me, I could still hear his manly tones as issueing from the door of the Bath-house. I thrilled with excitement. As the curtain rose I closed my eyes in ecstacy.
“Bab!” Jane said, in a quavering tone.
I looked. What did I see? The bath-house itself, the very one. And as I stared I saw a girl, wearing her hair as I wear mine, cross the stage with a Bunch of Keys in her hand, and say to the bath-house door:
“Can’t I do somthing to help? I do so want to help you.”
My very words.
And a voice from beyond the bath-house door said:
“Who’s that?”
His words.