One day he said:
``You must be needing more money.''
``No indeed,'' cried she. ``I've been living within
the hundred a week--or nearly. I'm afraid I'm frightfully
extravagant, and--''
``Extravagant?'' laughed he. ``You are afraid to
borrow! Why, three or four nights of singing will
pay back all you've borrowed.''
``I suppose I WILL make a lot of money,'' said she.
``They all tell me so. But it doesn't seem real to me.''
She hastily added: ``I don't mean the career. That
seems real enough. I can hardly wait to begin at the
roles. I mean the money part. You see, I never earned
any money and never really had any money of my own.''
``Well, you'll have plenty of it in two or three years,''
said Stanley, confidently. ``And you mustn't try to
live like girls who've been brought up to hardship. It
isn't necessary, and it would only unfit you for your
work.''
``I think that's true,'' said she. ``But I've enough--
more than enough.'' She gave him a nervous, shy,
almost agonized look.
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