"Yes--all on their side; I didn't think it was good enough to sign that. So I said I'd like to, but I was going to be married at the end of the summer." "You weren't really?" "Not much! No marriage for me--not in the Profession anyhow!--but lots of them think a contract doesn't bind you any more if you marry. Lil Rayburn put me up to that dodge. She lent me her song when the Tarantelles wanted me--it was a great concession: her big success! Whenever she doesn't want to sign an option and is afraid to refuse point-blank, she looks bashful and says she's going to be married at the end of the summer. She has been going to be married 'at the end of the summer' for the last nine years!" They turned to the fire, and lit cigarettes--Rosalind's; she had remembered to put a hundred in her trunk. "'What is the use of loving a girl If the girl don't love _you_?'" hummed Tattie. The song was just published. "They _are_ fine cigarettes! 'What is the use of loving a girl When you know she don't want yer _to_?' Of course, you have the best of everything now. It does seem curious." "My having the best of everything?" "No, your wanting the worst. 'What if she's fair beyond all compare, And what if her eyes are blue----' Fancy living in your style, and coming to rooms like these for fun!" "Oh, Tattie," said Rosalind, "that's just what I did come for! I haven't any fun at home." "But I thought in Society they had no end of a good time?" "So they do, in a way, but it's the wrong way for me--I never rehearsed for it, I'm not easy in the part; I wasn't meant for high-class comedy. And I miss you--I've no pal now." "_I_'ve missed _you_, I can tell you! Oh, the tour after you left, wasn't that damn dull! The girl I lived with was so 'off'--common. Well, you can tell _I'm_ a perfect lady--I just said 'damn'--but I usedn't to, did I? Remember? Good-hearted girl, but she was so horrid at table. And under that silk blouse--all anyhow! Not that I like to see a girl with too smart underlinen, I always think it looks fishy; but hers was--well, if she had been run over one day when we were out, I'd have been ashamed to own her!" "Let's go and look up some of the Company, shall we?" said Rosalind. "What name had I better have?" "What's the matter with 'Heath?' There are plenty of 'Miss Heaths' about." "Yes, but you're sure to let the 'Rosalind' slip, and that will give me away. Introduce me as 'Miss Daintree.' Do you know where any of the women are staying?" "We'll find them on the pier. We always make for the pier on Sunday evenings when there's a concert; it's something to do. I suppose I'm to say you're in the Profession?" "I'm an actress out of an engagement," assented Rosalind, throwing her cigarette in the fender. "Make haste, or we shall be too late!"