"What did she do first?"
"She walked on, holding up the train of a princess, but she did it with such an air the young fellows used to go in just to look at her. Then Dawson Farley went over there with an English company and spotted her, I suppose, and gave her a small part to play. She was just about your age," Mr. Garratt added, significantly. "People said they were going to be married, and there was a lot of talk about it, but it didn't come off, and she went about the States acting, and became a swell, and he became a swell over here. Now she's over here, too, starring as Lady Teazle. I wonder if she ever sees Dawson Farley?"
"Oh yes. I met them both when I was in London; he said they were old friends."
"You seem to have done a great deal on that visit of yours, and it only lasted a sandwiched night, I think?" he said, hurrying after her, but handicapped by having to lead his horse.
"Did you see Miss Hunstan in anything else?" Margaret asked, taking no notice of his remark.
"I saw her once in a mixture performance, got up for a charity—actors and actresses showing off in little bits, you know."
"What did she do?"
"She recited a poem by an American chap called Field. I dare say you know all about him, being fond of poetry?"
"No, I never heard of him."