"
"Oh, yes," returned Mr. Vermont, glancing at her from the corner of his
eye, as he aimed his second shaft. "He will be either with Miss
Lester or her ladyship; he fluctuates between these two points of
happiness as a rule."
Lady Constance did not appear perturbed in any way by this news.
"Lady Merivale is a charming woman," she said briefly. "But who is Miss
Lester?"
"She is also a charming woman," was the smooth reply; "but with the
difference that she is unattached--save to the theatre."
"Oh! an actress!" exclaimed his companion with patrician contempt. "That
reminds me," she continued. "What is your last success at the Casket?"
"_My_ success," echoed Mr. Vermont, with an air of pained astonishment.
"Yes, are you not the manager of that building?" she asked simply.
He bowed and smiled.
"No, Lady Constance," he said. "I fear the world gives me too much
credit. I have nothing to do with this whim of Adrien's save to pay out
the salaries for the company. The management is his--or rather, perhaps,
I should say, Miss Lester's; and I am not answerable for its failure or
its successes. I believe, too, he is about to give the whole place to
Miss Lester.
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