"He's all we've got," said Quincel, rolling up his eyes.
"Harrison went back on me at the last minute.Who else can we get?"
"I don't know," said the director."I'm afraid he'll never pick up."
At this moment Bamberger was exclaiming, "Pearl, you are joking with me."
"Look at that now," said the director, whispering behind his hand."My Lord! what can you do with a man who drawls out a sentence like that?"
"Do the best you can," said Quincel consolingly.
The rendition ran on in this wise until it came to where Carrie, as Laura, comes into the room to explain to Ray, who, after hearing Pearl's statement about her birth, had written the letter repudiating her, which, however, he did not deliver.Bamberger was just concluding the words of Ray, "I must go before she returns.Her step! Too late," and was cramming the letter in his pocket, when she began sweetly with:
"Ray!"
"Miss--Miss Courtland," Bamberger faltered weakly.
Carrie looked at him a moment and forgot all about the company present.She began to feel the part, and summoned an indifferent smile to her lips, turning as the lines directed and going to a window, as if he were not present.She did it with a grace which was fascinating to look upon.
"Who is that woman?" asked the director, watching Carrie in her little scene with Bamberger.
"Miss Madenda," said Quincel.
"I know her name," said the director, "but what does she do?"
"I don't know," said Quincel."She's a friend of one of our members."
"Well, she's got more gumption than any one I've seen here so far--seems to take an interest in what she's doing."
"Pretty, too, isn't she?" said Quincel.
The director strolled away without answering.
In the second scene, where she was supposed to face the company in the ball-room, she did even better, winning the smile of the director, who volunteered, because of her fascination for him, to come over and speak with her.
"Were you ever on the stage?" he asked insinuatingly.
"No," said Carrie.
"You do so well, I thought you might have had some experience."
Carrie only smiled consciously.
He walked away to listen to Bamberger, who was feebly spouting some ardent line.
Mrs.Morgan saw the drift of things and gleamed at Carrie with envious and snapping black eyes.
"She's some cheap professional," she gave herself the satisfaction of thinking, and scorned and hated her accordingly.
The rehearsal ended for one day, and Carrie went home feeling that she had acquitted herself satisfactorily.The words of the director were ringing in her ears, and she longed for an opportunity to tell Hurstwood.She wanted him to know just how well she was doing.Drouet, too, was an object for her confidences.She could hardly wait until he should ask her, and yet she did not have the vanity to bring it up.The drummer, however, had another line of thought to-night, and her little experience did not appeal to him as important.He let the conversation drop, save for what she chose to recite without solicitation, and Carrie was not good at that.He took it for granted that she was doing very well and he was relieved of further worry.Consequently he threw Carrie into repression, which was irritating.She felt his indifference keenly and longed to see Hurstwood.It was as if he were now the only friend she had on earth.The next morning Drouet was interested again, but the damage had been done.
She got a pretty letter from the manager, saying that by the time she got it he would be waiting for her in the park.When she came, he shone upon her as the morning sun.
"Well, my dear," he asked, "how did you come out?"
"Well enough," she said, still somewhat reduced after Drouet.
"Now, tell me just what you did.Was it pleasant?"
Carrie related the incidents of the rehearsal, warming up as she proceeded.
"Well, that's delightful," said Hurstwood."I'm so glad.I must get over there to see you.When is the next rehearsal?"
"Tuesday," said Carrie, "but they don't allow visitors."
"I imagine I could get in," said Hurstwood significantly.
She was completely restored and delighted by his consideration, but she made him promise not to come around.
"Now, you must do your best to please me," he said encouragingly.
"Just remember that I want you to succeed.We will make the performance worth while.You do that now."
"I'll try," said Carrie, brimming with affection and enthusiasm.
"That's the girl," said Hurstwood fondly."Now, remember,"
shaking an affectionate finger at her, "your best."
"I will," she answered, looking back.
The whole earth was brimming sunshine that morning.She tripped along, the clear sky pouring liquid blue into her soul.Oh, blessed are the children of endeavour in this, that they try and are hopeful.And blessed also are they who, knowing, smile and approve.
