They laughed at her quaint ideas and would have read the notices over again to her but for her emphatic protest.
"No," she said, "we have so much to do; so much to think of. After all, what does it matter while the sun is shining?"
CHAPTER V
THE LETTER
The sunny day, indeed, passed all too quickly. A splendid telegram, fifty words long, from the splendid Mr. Charles Izard set the seal of that great man's approval upon the verdict of the newspapers.
"You have got right there," he wired, "the business follows. See me at four o'clock without fail...."
"That means a long engagement," said the shrewd Dulcie, when she read the telegram.
Lucy, prudent always, thought that Etta should have a gentleman to advise her.
"Don't go to the theatre-lawyers," she said; "they always make love to you. If you had a gentleman friend, it would be nice to speak to him about it. Mr. Izard knows what he's got in his lucky bag. Now, don't you go to signing anything just because he asks you, dear. Many's the poor girl who's engaged herself when half the managers in London wanted her. I should hold my head very high if it were me. That's the only way with such people."