'I suppose he goes a great deal to the theatre. I wonder who he goes with.
He has lots of friends in London--actresses, I suppose; he knows them who
play in his plays. He dines at his club----'

'Or at a restaurant.'

'I wonder what a restaurant is like; ladies dine at restaurants, don't
they?'

As Julia was about to make reply, the servant brought her a letter. She
opened the envelope, and took out a long, closely-written letter; she
turned it over to see the signature, and then looking toward Emily, she
said, with a pleasant smile--

'Now I shall be able to answer your questions better; this letter is from
Mr. Price.'

'Oh, what does he say? Read it.'

'Wait a moment, let me glance through it first; it is very difficult to
read.' A few moments after, Julia said, 'There's not much that would
interest you in the letter, Emily; it is all about his play. He says he
would have written before if he had not been so busy looking out for a
theatre, and engaging actors and actresses. He hopes to start rehearsing
next week.

"I say I hope, because there are still some parts of the play which do not
satisfy me, particularly the third act. I intend to work steadily on the
play till, next Thursday, five or six hours every day; I am in perfect
health and spirits, and ought to be able to get the thing right. Should I