"No end of things. It's just as I said. Crayford's determined to be first in the field. This move of the Metropolitan has put him on the run, and he'll keep everyone in the theater running till the opera's out. Claude's been with the pressmen behind, and having a hairy-teary heart to heart with Enid Mardon. Come, Mrs. Charmian!"
"But I don't like to leave Claude."
"There's nothing for us to do, and he'll follow us as soon as ever he can. I'll just leave you at the hotel."
"What was the matter with Miss Mardon?" Charmian asked anxiously, as she got up to go.
"Oh, everything! She was in one of her devil's moods to-night; wanted everything altered. She's a great artist, but as destructive as a monkey. She must pull everything to pieces as a beginning. So she's pulling her part to pieces now."
"Very quietly. Tell the truth I think he's a bit tired out to-night."
"Alston," Charmian said, stopping in the corridor, "I won't go home without him. No, I won't. We must stick to Claude, back him up till the end. Take me into the stalls. I'm going to sit where he can see us."
"He'll send us away."
"Oh, no, he won't!" she replied, with determination.