"No."
"But Mr. Melton——?"
"Since he has been so kind as to give me, at your instigation, this release, must get Miss Featherstone to play 'Rosalind.' Nelly will play it very nicely, and my best wishes will go with her."
"Then I must see him instantly," said the Count, "and give him notice to get a handbill printed."
"If you would be so kind——"
But this was too bad. She intimated by her manner that she expected him to leave at once, merely for the sake of the wretched theatre. He took up the newspaper, by way of excuse, and for a minute or two glanced down its columns.
"Have you any fixed plans about what you mean to do?" he asked.
"None whatever," she replied. "Indeed I am in no hurry. You have no idea how I love this sense of freedom you have just given me, and I mean to enjoy it for a little time."
"But after then?"
She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled: he thought he had never seen her look so charming.