"This is not the last time the young lady will be concerned in
private theatricals, I'll answer for it," said the manager. "And if a
superintendent is wanted on the next occasion, she has kindly promised
to say a good word for me. I am always to be heard of, miss, at
that address." Saying those words, he bowed again, and discreetly
disappeared.
Vague suspicions beset the mind of Miss Garth, and urged her to insist
on looking at the card. No more harmless morsel of pasteboard was ever
passed from one hand to another. The card contained nothing but the
manager's name, and, under it, the name and address of a theatrical
agent in London.
"It is not worth the trouble of keeping," said Miss Garth.
Magdalen caught her hand before she could throw the card away--possessed
herself of it the next instant--and put it in her pocket.
"I promised to recommend him," she said--"and that's one reason for
keeping his card. If it does nothing else, it will remind me of the
happiest evening of my life--and that's another. Come!" she cried,
throwing her arms round Miss Garth with a feverish gayety--"congratulate
me on my success!"
"I will congratulate you when you have got over it," said Miss Garth.
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