I can't give you a minute until the last, for you know I've almost to open the third and fourth acts.

But when the curtain goes down on my death scene, come behind again.

I shan't take any calls--after dying, it's too inartistic, isn't it?
And I never do.

I'll see you for just a few more minutes here, in this room, before I dress to go home." "For a few minutes!" Raoul caught me up.

"But afterwards?
You promised me long ago that I should have supper with you at your house--just you and I alone together--on the first night of the new play." My heart gave a jump as he reminded me of this promise.