Did you ever see such an awful, awful thing as that was to-night ?" moaned the girl.
Arkwright's face relaxed.
"Oh, so _that's_ what it is!" he laughed lightly.

"Then it's only a bogy of fear that I've got to slay, after all; and I'll despatch that right now with a single blow.

Dress rehearsals always go like that to-night.
I've been in a dozen, and I never yet saw one go half decent.

Don't you worry.

The worse the rehearsal, the better the performance, every time!" Billy blinked off the tears and essayed a smile as she retorted: "Well, if that's so, then ours to-morrow night ought to be a--a--" "A corker," helped out Arkwright, promptly; "and it will be, too.