A NIGHT'S ENCHANTMENT
"Good night," said I to the girl, bowing.
"Good night," smiling.
I wonder if she knew that I had stolen the rose? On the way home my mind returned to my play. Had the fourth act gone off as smoothly as the others?
What a girl for a man!
The curtain fell on the first act, and the thrilling sound of beating hands came to me dimly.
"They are calling for you," said Shaw excitedly.
"What am I to do?"—nervously.
"What? Haven't you thought out something to say?"—disgustedly.
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