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I.7. The Demand Of The Double-Four
It was about this time that Peter Ruff found among his letters one morning a
highly-scented little missive, addressed to him in a handwriting with which he had
once been familiar. He looked at it for several moments before opening it. Even
as the paper cutter slid through the top of the envelope, he felt that he had
already divined the nature of its contents.
March 10th
I expect that you will be surprised to hear from me again, but I do hope that you
will not be annoyed. I know that I behaved very horridly a little time ago, but it
was not altogether my fault, and I have been more sorry for it than I can tell you -
in fact, John and I have never been the same since, and for the present, at any
rate, I have left him and gone on the stage. A lady whom I knew got me a place
in the chorus here, and so far I like it immensely.
Won't you come and meet me after the show to-morrow night, and I will tell you
all about it? I should like so much to see you again. MAUD.
Peter Ruff placed this letter in his breast-coat pocket, and withheld it from his
secretary's notice. He felt, however, very little pleasure at the invitation it
conveyed. He hesitated for some time, in fact, whether to accept it or not. Finally,
after his modest dinner that evening, he bought a stall for the Frivolity and
watched the piece. The girl he had come to see was there in the second row of
the chorus, but she certainly did not look her best in the somewhat scant
costume required by the part. She showed no signs whatever of any special
ability - neither her dancing nor her singing seemed to entitle her to any
consideration. She carried herself with a certain amount of self-consciousness,