Barnes. Our season ordinarily closes toward the end of
June, but the chances are we'll stay out all summer if things go
right. Congratulations! Glad to see you in the profession." He shook
hands with the new partner. "Keep your seat! Don't move. I'll shift a
little so's the wind won't blow the dust in your eyes." He obligingly
did so and fell upon the carpet with renewed vigour.
Barnes was restless. He chatted with the rug-beater for a few minutes
and then sauntered away. Miss Thackeray was starting off for a walk as
he came around to the front of the Tavern. She wore a rather shabby
tailor-suit of blue serge, several seasons out of fashion, and a black
sailor hat. Her smile was bright and friendly as she turned in
response to his call. As he drew near he discovered that her lips were
a vivid, startling red, her eyes elaborately made up, and her cheeks
the colour of bismuth. She was returning to form, thought he, in some
dismay.
"Where away?" he inquired.
"Seeking solitude," she replied. "I've got to learn a new part in an
old play." She flourished the script airily. "I have just accepted an
engagement as leading lady."
"Splendid! I am delighted. With John Drew, I hope.
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