"That woman in front heard you, I know she did!" "Well, I shall," sighed Billy, mournfully, turning back to the stage.
"'Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night, till it be morrow,"' sighed Juliet passionately to her Romeo.
"Mercy! I hope not," whispered Billy flippantly in Bertram's ear.

"I'm sure I don't want to stay here till to-morrow! I want to go home and see Baby." "_Billy!_" pleaded Bertram so despairingly, that Billy, really conscience-smitten, sat back in her seat and remained, for the rest of the act, very quiet indeed.
Deceived by her apparent tranquillity, Bertram turned as the curtain went down.
"Now, Billy, surely you don't think it'll be necessary to telephone so soon as this again," he ventured.
Billy's countenance fell.
"But, Bertram, you _said_ you would! Of course if you aren't willing to--but I've been counting on hearing all through this horrid long act, and--" "Goodness me, Billy, I'll telephone every minute for you, of course, if you want me to," cried Bertram, springing to his feet, and trying not to show his impatience.
He was back more promptly this time.
"Everything O.K.," he smiled reassuringly into Billy's anxious eyes.
"Delia said she'd just been up, and the little chap was sound asleep." To the man's unbounded surprise, his wife grew actually white.
"Up! Up!" she exclaimed.

"Do you mean that Delia went down-stairs to _stay_, and left my baby up there alone ?" "But, Billy, she said he was all right," murmured Bertram, softly, casting uneasy sidelong glances at his too interested neighbors.
"'All right'! Perhaps he was, _then_--but he may not be, later.

Delia should stay in the next room all the time, where she could hear the least thing." "Yes, dear, she will, I'm sure, if you tell her to," soothed Bertram, quickly.

"It'll be all right next time." Billy shook her head.