He--"
"Wait, dear," she interrupted, her fair brow-clouding. "What of Mrs.
Bingle? What will she say to this exploit of his?"
"Isn't he the master in his own house?" demanded Dick loftily. Still,
a spark of dismay leaped into his eyes.
"He is a good man, Dick. He never permits himself to forget that she
is its mistress. She will have something to say on the subject, you
may be sure of that. I am not quite certain that she approves of the
stage, and I've heard her say that actresses must be dreadful
creatures if one believes all one hears about them smoking cigarettes
and stealing young boys out of college. That was before she knew of my
late lamented past. She has been perfectly lovely to me since,
however, and I believe she is pleasantly excited by my 'gossip of the
footlights,' as she calls it. She asked me the other day if it is true
that chorus girls are more sinned against than sinning."'
"She did?" he cried, grinning. "And what did you say to that?"
"I said it was quite true," she said flatly.
"Well, it won't hurt her to think that they'd all be angels if they
had their way about it.
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