"Oh, don't worry!" he said, impatiently.
"What's come over that Italian friend of yours—that Miss Ross?"
"I don't know."
"You've never heard anything of her?"
"No—nothing."
"Don't you call that rather cool on her part? You introduce her to this theatre, you get her an engagement, you befriend her in every way, and all of a sudden she bolts, without a thank you!"
"I presume Miss Ross is the best judge of her own actions," said he, stiffly.
"Oh, you needn't be so touchy!" said Grace Thornhill, as she came forth in all the splendor of her bridal array, and at once proceeded to the mirror. "But I can quite understand your not liking having been treated in that fashion. People often
are deceived in their friends, aren't they? And there's nothing so horrid as ingratitude. Certainly she ought to have been grateful to you, considering the fuss you made about her—the whole company remarked it!"
He did not answer; he did not even look her way; but there was an angry cloud gathering on his brows.