I'm all
in, Dick. But go on; I'll finish the game."
"All right. But whenever you feel lonesome, come here or over to my
house. There'll always be a spare room for you in either house."
"It's mighty kind of you, John. My shot?" Warrington ran four and
missed.
Voices again.
"I never believe what I hear, and only half of what I see." That was
Mrs. Jack speaking.
Murmurs. The billiard-balls clicked sharply as John played for
position.
"The stage doesn't appeal to you any more, then?" Mrs.
Franklyn-Haldene.
"Not in the least. It never did appeal to me. I am so far away from it
now that I am losing the desire to witness plays."
"And for whom will Mr. Warrington write his plays now?"
"The vacancy I made has long ago been filled. I was but one in a
thousand to interpret his characters. There is always a lack of plays,
but never of actors."
"Excuse me for a moment." It was Patty this time.
"Certainly, my dear."
Warrington heard nothing more for several minutes.
"Is it true what I hear about Patty and that rich young Mr. Whiteland,
of New York?"
"What is it that you have heard?"
"Why, that their engagement is about to be announced.
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