Even as the thought came to him, he prayed that it was only his man's vanity that imagined it.

As he stared at her, there came the old thrill: beauty is a power tremendous.
"Dick, you do not say you are glad to see me." "Beauty striketh the sage dumb," he laughed.

"What good fortune brings you here to-night?
What has happened?
How could you find time between the acts to run over ?" "I am not acting to-night." "What ?" "No.

Nor shall I be to-morrow night, nor the thousand nights that shall follow." "Why, girl!" he cried, pushing out a chair.

He had not seen her for two weeks.