they had before. As Bambi looked about the room, she turned to Jarvis in the doorway:
“It is a century since I knelt at that window and arranged our spectacular success.”
“Well, we’re a year nearer to it. Let’s get a good night’s rest, for to-morrow we enter on a new chapter.”
“It’s jolly we enter it together, isn’t it, Jarvis?”
He nodded, embarrassed.
“I should like to wish you luck in the new venture, Mr. Jarvis Jocelyn.”
“I wish you the same, Miss Mite,” he said, clasping her hand warmly.
“You haven’t called me Miss Mite for a long time,” she said, softly. “I like it.”
“Good-night,” said Jarvis abruptly, and left.
“You’re a poor actor, my Jarvis,” she chuckled to herself.
At eleven o’clock they presented themselves at the theatre. The reading was to take place in Mr. Frohman’s big room. Jarvis and Bambi were admitted at once.
“Good-morning,” said Mr. Frohman.
“Good-morning. This is Mrs. Jocelyn, Mr. Frohman.”
