“ Well,” said Gerald, at length, looking at his watch, “I suppose I had better be off.”
“ Rehearsal?”
“ Yes, confound it. It's the only way of getting through the day. Are you coming along?”
“ I'll come directly I've unpacked and tidied myself up.”
“ See you at the theatre, then.”
Sally went out and rang for the lift to take her up to her room.
2
The rehearsal had started when she reached the theatre. As she entered the dark auditorium, voices came to her with that thin and reedy effect which is produced by people talking in an empty building. She sat down at the back of the house, and, as her eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, was able to see Gerald sitting in the front row beside a man with a bald head fringed with orange hair whom she took correctly to be Mr. Bunbury, t
