Yesterday afternoon I went to see Mr.Grier at the Atlas Theatre.

I had my voice tried, and to-morrow night I am going to take a small part in the new musical comedy." Tavernake stared at her in something like consternation.

His ideas as to the stage and all that belonged to it were of a primitive order.

Mrs.
Fitzgerald was perhaps as near as possible to his idea of the type.

He glanced incredulously at Beatrice--slim, quietly dressed, yet with the unmistakable, to him mysterious, distinction of breeding.
"You an actress!" he exclaimed.
She laughed softly.
"Dear Leonard," she said, "this is going to be a part of your education.
To-morrow night you shall come to the theatre and wait for me at the stage-door.".