Winch, Sally felt that she could not but approve of the romance.

"I'll introduce you sometime,' said Fillmore.

"I want to meet her very much."

"I'll have to be going now. I've got to see Bunbury. I thought he
might be in here."

"Who's Bunbury?"

"The producer. I suppose he is breakfasting in his room. I'd better go
up."

"You are busy, aren't you. Little marvel! It's lucky they've got you to
look after them."

Fillmore retired and Sally settled down to wait for Gerald, no longer
hurt by his manner over the telephone. Poor Gerald! No wonder he had
seemed upset.

A few minutes later he came in.

"Oh, Jerry darling," said Sally, as he reached the table, "I'm so sorry.
I've just been hearing about it."

Gerald sat down. His appearance fulfilled the promise of his voice over
the telephone. A sort of nervous dullness wrapped him about like a
garment.