She tapped him on the shoulder coquettishly with her part.
"You foolish fellow, how am I to do without you?
You're Julia's jealous lover; you're always making Julia cry.

Come to-night, and make me cry at tea-time.

You haven't got a venomous old woman in a wig to act with now.
It's _my_ heart you're to break--and of course I shall teach you how to do it." The four days' interval passed busily in perpetual rehearsals, public and private.

The night of performance arrived; the guests assembled; the great dramatic experiment stood on its trial.

Magdalen had made the most of her opportunities; she had learned all that the manager could teach her in the time.