His empty eyes came round to her.
“You’re going to stay on with me?”
“Of course I am.”
“Y’mean it?”
“Of course I do.” She looked to Brooks and held out her hand. “Good-by, John.”
He came over and took it and held it for a moment—tight.
“Good-by, Gloria. I’ll be leaving town next week, if ’Dolph’s willing to have an understudy take my place from to-night on. I’m not likely to see you again.”
Their eyes met and managed to smile. Then Gloria looked away. Something in her throat was fluttering like a wild thing.
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] When she looked back the door had closed.
“You’re all right, honey,” Cleeburg murmured huskily.