"And if a superintendent is wanted on the next occasion, she has kindly promised to say a good word for me.

I am always to be heard of, miss, at that address." Saying those words, he bowed again, and discreetly disappeared.
Vague suspicions beset the mind of Miss Garth, and urged her to insist on looking at the card.

No more harmless morsel of pasteboard was ever passed from one hand to another.

The card contained nothing but the manager's name, and, under it, the name and address of a theatrical agent in London.
"It is not worth the trouble of keeping," said Miss Garth.
Magdalen caught her hand before she could throw the card away--possessed herself of it the next instant--and put it in her pocket.
"I promised to recommend him," she said--"and that's one reason for keeping his card.

If it does nothing else, it will remind me of the happiest evening of my life--and that's another.