Carrie glanced nervously about, and began to fear that she should have to make her appeal before the assembled company, two of whom--the occupants of the window--were already observing her carefully.
"I can't do it," the manager was saying; "it's a rule of Mr.Frohman's never to allow visitors back of the stage.

No, no!" Carrie timidly waited, standing.

There were chairs, but no one motioned her to be seated.

The individual to whom the manager had been talking went away quite crestfallen.

That luminary gazed earnestly at some papers before him, as if they were of the greatest concern.
"Did you see that in the 'Herald' this morning about Nat Goodwin, Harris ?" "No," said the person addressed.