" She squeazed my
arm. "First row," she whispered.
I shall draw a Veil over my feelings. Jane bought some
chocolates to take along, but I could eat none. I was thirsty,
but not hungry. And my cold was pretty bad, to.
So we went in, and the curtain went up. When Adrian saw me,
in the front row, he smiled although in the midst of a serious
speach about the world oweing him a living. And Jane was
terrably excited.
"Isn't he the handsomest Thing!" she said. "And oh, Bab, I
can see that he adores you. He is acting for you. All the rest
of the people mean nothing to him. He sees but you."
Well, I had not told her that we had not yet met, and she
said I could do nothing less than send him a note.
"You ought to tell him that you are true, in spite of
everything," she said.
If I had not decieved Jane things would be better. But she
was set on my sending the note. So at last I wrote one on my
visiting card, holding it so she could not read it. Jane is my
best friend and I am devoted to her, but she has no scruples
about reading what is not meant for her. I said:
"Dear Mr.
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