"Oh, he is ideal! He's fascinating!"

The curtain rose again, and the Lascar proved even more fascinating.
He was a daredevil type, as Lascars have the reputation of being, but
he was gentle and affectionate toward the Lass, who, for some
inexplicable reason, scorned his advances.

"What a FOOL she is! WHAT a fool!" Alicia whispered, as the coquettish
heroine laughed at the impassioned love songs of her suitor. "I should
fall into his arms at once!"

"Then there wouldn't be any more opera," laughed Bernice. "That fall
into his arms is always the last episode on the stage."

"That's so," agreed Alicia, "but how can she flout him so? Oh, girls,
isn't he the grandest man? I never saw such a handsome chap! What a
lovely name he has, too: Bayne Coriell! A beautiful name."

"Good gracious, Alicia! don't rave over him like that! Somebody will
hear you!"

"I don't care. I never saw any one so wonderful! I'm going to get his
picture when we go out. I suppose it's for sale in the lobby. They
usually are."

"Are they?" asked Dolly. "Then I want to get one of the Lass. Marie
Desmond, her name is. Can I, do you think?"

"Yes, of course, Dollykins. You get that and I'll get my hero, my
idol, Bayne Coriell!"