I'm here." "Humph! Very pretty," scoffed Calderwell.

"Then if _you_ won't tell, I _will_.

I saw Billy a month ago, you see.

It seems you've hit the trail for Grand Opera, as you threatened to that night in Paris; but you _haven't_ brought up in vaudeville, as you prophesied you would do--though, for that matter, judging from the plums some of the stars are picking on the vaudeville stage, nowadays, that isn't to be sneezed at.

But Billy says you've made two or three appearances already on the sacred boards themselves--one of them a subscription performance--and that you created no end of a sensation." "Nonsense! I'm merely a student at the Opera School here," scowled Arkwright.
"Oh, yes, Billy said you were that, but she also said you wouldn't be, long.