"
Mr. Waddington moved a little uneasily in his place.
"Been to the theatre lately?" he inquired.
The theatre was apparently a sore point.
"Been to the theatre, indeed!" she repeated. "Why, I refused all the
other gentlemen just so as to go with you, and as soon as we got nicely
started, why, you never came near again! I've had no chance to go."
Mr. Waddington took out a little book.
"I wonder," he suggested, "if any evening--" "Next Thursday night at
seven o'clock, I shall be free," the young lady interrupted promptly.
"We'll have a little dinner first, as we used to, and I want to go to
the Gaiety. It's lucky you came in," she went on, "for I can assure you
that I shouldn't have waited much longer. There are others, you know,
that are free enough with their invitations."
She tossed her head. With her hands to the back of her hair she turned
round to look at herself for a moment in one of the mirrors which lined
the inside of the bar. Burton grinned at his late employer.
"Now you've gone and done it!" he whispered. "Why, you'll have taken a
bean before then!"
Mr. Waddington started.
"I'll have to make some excuse," he said.
"You won't be able to," Burton reminded him.
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