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Look at the stalls--all the men are out of them! I tell you Violet Vere
draws everybody--of the male sex after her! At the end of all her
'scenes' she has a regular reception--for men only--of course! Ladies
not admitted!" And Clara Winsleigh laughed. "Don't look so shocked for
heaven's sake, Thelma,--you don't want your husband to be a regular
nincompoop! He must have his amusements as well as other people. I
believe you want him to be like a baby, tied to your apron-string!
You'll find that an awful mistake,--he'll get tired to death of you,
sweet little Griselda though you are!"
Thelma's face grew very pale, and her hand closed more tightly on the
fan she held.
"You have said that so very, very often lately, Clara!" she murmured.
"You seem so sure that he will get tired--that all men get tired. I do
not think you know Philip--he is not like any other person I have ever
met. And why should he go behind the scenes to such a person as Violet
Vere--"
At that moment the box-door opened with a sharp click, and Errington
entered alone.


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