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You've
not forgotten your appointment?''
``No,'' said Mildred, like a primary school-child
before a formidable teacher.
``Be prompt, please. I make no reduction for
lessons wholly or partly missed. The half-hour I shall
assign to you belongs to you. If you do not use it,
that is your affair. At first you will probably be like
all women--careless about your appointments, coming
with lessons unprepared, telephoning excuses. But if
you are serious you will soon fall into the routine.''
``I shall try to be regular,'' murmured Mildred.
Jennings apparently did not hear. ``I'm on my way
to the opera-house,'' said he. ``One of my old pupils
is appearing in a new role, and she is nervous. Good
night.''
Once more that swift, quiet exit, followed almost
instantaneously by the sound of wheels rolling away.
Never had she seen such rapidity of motion without loss
of dignity. ``Yes, he's a fraud,'' she said to herself,
``but he's a good one.''
The idea of a career had now become less indefinite.


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