If
you'd rather wait till to-morrow ..."
"Oh, it wasn't that," said Rose. "I was just trying to think where a
place was where one could be quiet and needn't hurry and where two
people could talk."
He smiled. "You can leave that to me," he said. "That is, if you don't
mind a restaurant and a little supper."
"Of course I don't mind," she said. "I'd like it very much."
He nodded. "Don't rush your dressing," he suggested, as he moved away.
"I've got plenty to do."
The sextette dressed together in a sort of pen--big enough, because they
had all sorts of room down under the old Globe stage, but so far as
appointments went, decidedly primitive. The walls were of matched
boards; there was a shelf two feet wide or so around three sides of it,
to make a sort of continuous dressing-table; there were six mirrors, six
deal chairs and a few hooks. These were for your street clothes. The
stage costumes hung in neat ranks outside under the eye of the wardrobe
mistress. When you wanted to put one on you went out and got it, and if
the time allowed for the change were sufficient you took it back into
your dressing-room.
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