Clara looked at him with mistrust; her breath did not come quite naturally.
'How long would it take you, do you think,' pursued the other, 'to get the words ?' 'An hour or two; I all but know them.' The manager took a few paces this way and that.
'We go on to Bolton to-morrow morning.

Could you undertake to be perfect for the afternoon rehearsal ?' 'Yes.' 'Then I'll try you.

Here's a copy you can take.

I make no terms, you understand; it's an experiment.

We'll have another talk to-morrow.
Good-night.' She left the room.