He had scarcely cast his eye over the bill handed to him by the box-keeper, when he discovered that Annie Brunel's name was not there at all.
"Dove," he said, "here's a disappointment for you. Miss Featherstone plays 'Rosalind' to-night, not Miss Brunel."
"Doesn't she appear at all to-night?" said Dove, with a crestfallen face.
"Apparently not. Will you go to some other theatre?"
"No," said Dove, decidedly. "I want to see 'Rosalind,' whoever is 'Rosalind.' Don't you, papa?"
"My dear, I want to see anything that you want to see; and I'm sure to be pleased if you laugh."
"It isn't a laughing part, and you know that quite well, you tedious old thing!" said Dove.
Will went and saw Mr. Melton, from whom he learned little beyond the fact that Annie Brunel did not intend to act any more in his theatre.
"She is not unwell?"
"I believe not."