He nodded.
"Well, I've still got the things I wore—the clothes and the wig and the spectacles—in fact the whole get-up. It was so good that once, just for a joke, I went out into the street in it. I walked the whole way down the Strand, and not a soul spotted that there was anything wrong."
The old gleam of mischievous amusement leaped into Tony's eyes.
"Good Lord, Molly!" he said. "And you propose to take the trip—in those?"
"Why not?" she demanded. "I can carry it through all right—really and truly I can. After all there's no reason you couldn't have a curate on board, is there?"
"None at all," said Tony. "Oh, none at all." He leaned against the wall and began to laugh, gently and joyously.
Molly faced him with shining eyes. "Then you'll take me?" she exclaimed.
Again Tony nodded his head. "I'll take you, Molly," he answered, "if it's only for the sake of seeing Guy's face."
There was another clatter and shuffle of footsteps outside, and the voice of the call-boy came echoing down the passage.
"Beginners, Act two, please!"