He
only knew that it involved a strong and unreasonable dislike to
Mr. Grier. Then he remembered that he was her brother, that he
had the right to speak with authority.
"I hope that you will not go out to supper with any one," he
said.
She began to laugh but checked herself.
"Well," she remarked, "that sounds very terrible. Shall we take
a 'bus? To tell you the truth, I am dying of hunger. We
rehearsed for two hours before the performance, and I ate nothing
but a sandwich--I was so excited."
Tavernake hesitated a moment--he certainly was not himself this
evening!
"Would you like to have some supper at a restaurant," he asked,
"before we go home?"
"I should love it," she declared, taking his arm as they passed
through a stream of people. "To tell you the truth, I was so
hoping that you would propose it."
"I think," Tavernake said, deliberately, "that there is a place a
little way along here."
They pushed their way down the Strand and entered a restaurant
which Tavernake knew only by name. A small table was found for
them and Beatrice looked about with delight.
"Isn't this jolly!" she exclaimed, taking off her gloves. "Why,
there are five or six of the girls from the theatre here already.
There are two, see, at the corner table, and the fair-haired girl
--she is just behind me in the chorus."
Tavernake glanced around. The young women whom she pointed out
were all escorted by men who were scrupulously attired in evening
dress.
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