"No, but she's rehearsing in one--'Temptation'--which will open at the
Warburton Theater next Monday night," the secretary answered. "At
commencement Tuesday night, Serena told Miss Pendleton how awfully sorry
she was about Nita, and gave me tickets for the opening.... You go to
see her, but don't tell her _I_ told you anything.... I know she's
rehearsing at the theater this afternoon, because she said she would be
all week, and couldn't go to the boat to see Miss Pendleton and Miss
Macon off for Europe."
"I will!" Dundee accepted the suggestion gratefully, as if it had not
occurred to him. "But first I want you to come out to lunch with me. I'm
sure you know of some nice tearoom or roadhouse in the neighborhood."
During the luncheon, which Miss Earle devoured avidly, without its
interfering with her flow of reminiscences concerning the girls she
hated, Dundee was able to learn nothing more to the detriment of
Forsyte's Hamilton alumnae, but he did add considerably to his knowledge
and pity of female human nature.
It was nearly three o'clock when he presented his card, with a message
pencilled upon its back, to the aged doorkeeper who drowsed in the alley
which led to the stage entrance of the Warburton Theater, just off
Broadway near Times Square, and fifteen minutes later he was being
received in the star's dressing-room by Serena Hart herself.
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