“Yes, who told you?”
“No one,” said Hurstwood. “They just sent me a couple of tickets, which I can have for two dollars. Is it going to be any good?”
“I don’t know,” replied the drummer. “They’ve been trying to get me to get some woman to take a part.”
“I wasn’t intending to go,” said the manager easily. “I’ll subscribe, of course. How are things over there?”
“All right. They’re going to fit things up out of the proceeds.”
“Well,” said the manager, “I hope they make a success of it. Have another?”
He did not intend to say any more. Now, if he should appear on the scene with a few friends, he could say that he had been urged to come along. Drouet had a desire to wipe out the possibility of confusion.
“I think the girl is going to take a part in it,” he said abruptly, after thinking it over.
“You don’t say so! How did that happen?”
“Well, they were short and wanted me to find them some one. I told Carrie, and she seems to want to try.”