"Is it a good thing?"

"The play's fine."

"That's what Mr. Faucitt said. But Mabel Hobson..."

Fillmore's ample face registered emotion.

"She's an awful woman, Sally! She can't act, and she throws her weight
about all the time. The other day there was a fuss about a
paper-knife..."

"How do you mean, a fuss about a paper-knife?"

"One of the props, you know. It got mislaid. I'm certain it wasn't my
fault..."

"How could it have been your fault?" asked Sally wonderingly. Love
seemed to have the worst effects on Fillmore's mentality.

"Well--er--you know how it is. Angry woman... blames the first person
she sees... This paper-knife..."

Fillmore's voice trailed off into pained silence.

"Mr. Faucitt said Elsa Doland was good."

"Oh, she's all right," said Fillmore indifferently. "But--" His face
brightened and animation crept into his voice. "But the girl you want to