Mr. Brown shot a keen glance at her.
"Aha!" he cried facetiously. "Who is he, Nelly? Who is this blue-eyed boy?"
"If you want to know," said Nelly, defiance in her tone, "he's the fellow who gave me fifty pounds, with no strings tied to it—get that!—when I was broke in London! If it hadn't been for him, I'd be there still."
"Did he?" cried Jill. "Freddie!"
"Yes. Oh, Gee!" Nelly sighed once more. "I suppose I'll never see him again in this world."
"Introduce me to him, if you do," said Mr. Brown. "He sounds just the sort of little pal I'd like to have!"
"You remember hearing Freddie say something about losing money in a slump on the Stock Exchange," proceeded Jill. "Well, that was how I lost mine. It's a long story, and it's not worth talking about, but that's how things stand, and I've got to find work of some sort, and it looks to me as if I should have a better chance of finding it on the stage than anywhere else."
"I'm terribly sorry."
"Oh, it's all right. How much would these people Goble and Cohn give me if I got an engagement?"
"Only forty a week."