Some two days before the actual production a card was brought to Jimmy, while he sat disconsolately in the stalls watching Mr. Bennett Godsby raving up and down on the other side of the footlights, and expressing his opinion volubly concerning the musical director, and the fashion in which the incidental music had been arranged. The card bore the name of "Mrs. Daniel Baffall"; and the messenger whispered that the lady was in a carriage outside. Jimmy presently went out, to find the good-natured creature flutteringly leaning towards him over the door of the carriage, and wondering if he remembered her. "Why, of course," said Jimmy, "although it seems such a long time ago. How did you find me?" "Oh--everyone knows you," said Mrs. Baffall, glancing across at a young girl seated at the other side of the carriage. "And we're all so tremendously proud of you--and we can't possibly think how you've managed to do it. Even Mr. Baffall has almost forgotten about the warehouse--though he did say once (not meaning it in the least, poor dear man) that he was sure you'd starve." "We have taken a box, Jimmy," said the young girl, in the most surprising fashion; and Jimmy wheeled about to look at her. In a moment he remembered who this must be; yet the change in her was so great that he might not have known, but for connecting her with Mrs. Baffall and the carriage. For this was a radiant vision, beautifully dressed, and belonging to the carriage far more than poor Mrs. Baffall could ever hope to do. She held out her hand to him and laughed at his evident embarrassment. "You do remember me, I hope," she said. "Why, of course--Alice," he replied. "I'm very glad you're coming; I'm very anxious about it all." "Oh--it's certain to be all right--and a big success," she replied. "Aunt Baffall is making up her mind at this very moment to ask you to come and dine with us to-night--aren't you, Aunt Baffall?" "Yes, of course--if you think so--and if Mr. Jimmy can spare the time. I'm sure that if I'd ever tried anything of this kind (that is, always supposing that Baffall would have let me), I should have had such a dreadful headache that I shouldn't have been able to eat or walk or do anything else. You know what it is, my dear"--Mrs. Baffall turned plaintively to Alice--"you know what it means for me when I even try to write a letter. And when you come to a book (not that I could quite make out the end of it, Mr. Jimmy, but I suppose you meant well), and then a play, which, I suppose, has to be written too--it makes me feel quite sorry for you. So that if you _can_ eat anything----"