If I were Lehmann, I wouldn't have a single stranger allowed in the
wings."
"Not unless they were your own friends," said the unseen young lady,
complacently. "Now I know you're scowling. But I believe you are quite
wrong. Lord Denysfort is simply a business acquaintance of Mr.
Lehmann's--there are money matters between them, and that kind of thing;
and when he was asked to be present at the dinner, it was quite natural
that he should offer to drive some of us down. You have no particular
detestation of lords, have you? What has become of the tall, handsome
young man you brought to us at Henley--the lazy man--and didn't he come
to the theatre one night?"
"Lord Rockminster?--he is in Scotland still, I believe."
"Somebody ought to put fireworks in his coat-tail pockets; but he's
awfully good-looking--he's just frightfully handsome. He quite fluttered
me."
"I say, Miss Burgoyne," Lionel interposed, quickly, "there's a
sister-in-law of his coming to town shortly, on her way to Brighton--a
Miss Cunyngham--and I should like to have her mother and herself come
behind for a little while, some night they were at the theatre--it is
interesting to those people, you know--"
"You are the one who would have no strangers in the wings!" said the
voice.
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