At the stage-door he encountered Miss Terry, and beckoned her into his dressing-room.
“They tell me you are to play a part in Lennox’s tour. Hum?”
“Yes,” said Eunice, with a slight increase of colour.
“It is, in a sense, unfortunate, since I myself had possibilities for you.”
Eunice almost seized his arm.
“Oh, Mr. Cardomay,” she exclaimed, “do you really mean that? Oh, I wish you would!”
“Some other time, then, perhaps.”
“No, now. I’d much rather now.”
“But your contract with Mr. Lennox?”
“I haven’t signed one. Please——”