“The Coliseum; the Hippodrome.”
“They’d never look at me. Me? They only want good stuff—first-rate stuff—all stars.”
“But you are a star!”
“A fallen star. No; it’s the workhouse for me. I’m a ‘has-been,’ a waster.”
“Who will be again,” said the girl. “Mr. Danby, I know you, and what you’re capable of. I’ve been in the same bill with you, and you haven’t begun to show ’em what you can do yet.”
Danby looked at this girl, whose young voice quivered with confidence, with a new interest.
“You in the same bill with me!”
“Yes. You’ve never heard of the Sisters Ives?”
Danby wrinkled up his forehead.
“The Sisters Ives? Fanny and Emily Ives?”