"The Lord only knows!" said Jimmy dispiritedly. "Well, I've got a box for a show to-night, and asked them to come. Christine's dead nuts on theatres. Remember Christine?"
"I remember the name. Old sweetheart of yours, wasn't she?"
"When we were kids."
"Oh, like that, is it? Well, ask me to come along too."
"My dear fellow—come by all means."
Jimmy was rather pleased at the suggestion. "You'll like Mrs.
Wyatt—she's one of the best."
"And—Christine?"
"Oh she's all right; but she's only a child still," said Jimmy
Challoner with all the lordly superiority of half a dozen years.