VII
THE day which Bambi foretold would some time be famous in history dawned propitiously, with sun and soft airs. A sense of excitement got them up early. Breakfast was over, and Jarvis ready for action, by eight-thirty.
“I don’t believe Mr. Belasco will be down this early, Jarvis,” Bambi said.
“Well, he is a busy man. He’ll probably get an early start. I want to be on the ground when he arrives, anyhow. If he should want me to read the play this morning, we should need time.”
She made no more objections. She straightened his tie, and brushed his coat, with shining eyes, full of excitement.
“Just think! In five hours we may know.” He took up his hat and his manuscript.
“Yes,” he answered confidently. “Shall we lunch here?”
“Yes, and do hurry back, Jarvis.”
At the door he remembered her.
