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"
And
what
about
my
performance
next
day
?
"
"
We
can
’
t
bother
about
that
.
"
She
had
refused
to
let
him
fetch
her
at
the
theatre
,
and
when
she
got
to
the
restaurant
they
had
chosen
he
was
waiting
for
her
in
the
lobby
.
His
face
lit
up
as
he
saw
her
.
"
It
was
getting
so
late
,
I
was
afraid
you
weren
’
t
coming
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
some
tiresome
people
came
round
after
the
play
and
I
couldn
’
t
get
rid
of
them
.
"
But
it
wasn
’
t
true
.
She
had
been
as
excited
all
the
evening
as
a
girl
going
to
her
first
ball
.
She
could
not
help
thinking
how
absurd
she
was
.
But
when
she
had
taken
off
her
theatrical
make
-
up
and
made
up
again
for
supper
she
could
not
satisfy
herself
.
She
put
blue
on
her
eyelids
and
took
it
off
again
,
she
rouged
her
cheeks
,
rubbed
them
clean
and
tried
another
colour
.
"
What
are
you
trying
to
do
?
"
said
Evie
.
"
I
’
m
trying
to
look
twenty
,
you
fool
.
"
"
If
you
try
much
longer
you
’
ll
look
your
age
.
"
She
had
never
seen
him
in
evening
clothes
before
.
He
shone
like
a
new
pin
.
Though
he
was
of
no
more
than
average
height
his
slimness
made
him
look
tall
.
She
was
a
trifle
touched
to
see
that
for
all
his
airs
of
the
man
of
the
world
he
was
shy
with
the
head
waiter
when
it
came
to
ordering
supper
.
They
danced
and
he
did
not
dance
very
well
,
but
she
found
his
slight
awkwardness
rather
charming
.
People
recognized
her
,
and
she
was
conscious
that
he
enjoyed
the
reflected
glory
of
their
glances
.
A
pair
of
young
things
who
had
been
dancing
came
up
to
their
table
to
say
how
do
you
do
to
her
.
