“Lizzie Parsons,—you’re a wonder!”
Instinctively she looked about to make sure his whisper had not been overheard. Then she gave a long, smothered laugh and clutched his hand just as she had that night in the three-a-day vaudeville theater.
“Lou,” she breathed, “I’m so glad, so glad!”
“Were you surprised to see me?”
“Surprised? I almost died.” She gave a little gasp. “Were you surprised to see me?”
“Not a bit.”
“You knew me then—at once?”
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] “I’ve known who you were ever since your opening. I was there. Matter of fact, I have you to thank for the brilliant idea that made me an Italian.”
“Me?”
“Yep.” He lapsed into the old lingo and she closed her eyes with a beatific smile. “You don’t think my brains would ever be equal to such an inspiration.”