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Chapter XXVI. The Ambassador Fallen: A Search For The Gate

           

           “Youcouldn’tseethemanagerofthehouseto-day,anyhow,”volunteeredtheyoungman.“He’soutoftown.”

           Henotedherpuzzledlook,andthenadded:“Whatisityouwishtoseeabout?”

           “Iwanttoseeaboutgettingaposition,”sheanswered.

           “You’dbetterseethemanagerofthecompany,”hereturned,“butheisn’therenow.”

           “Whenwillhebein?”askedCarrie,somewhatrelievedbythisinformation.

           “Well,youmightfindhiminbetweenelevenandtwelve.He’shereaftertwoo’clock.”

           Carriethankedhimandwalkedbrisklyout,whiletheyoungmangazedafterherthroughoneofthesidewindowsofhisgildedcoop.

           “Good-looking,”hesaidtohimself,andproceededtovisionsofcondescensionsonherpartwhichwereexceedinglyflatteringtohimself.

           OneoftheprincipalcomedycompaniesofthedaywasplayinganengagementattheGrandOperaHouse.HereCarrieaskedtoseethemanagerofthecompany.Shelittleknewthetrivialauthorityofthisindividual,orthathadtherebeenavacancyanactorwouldhavebeensentonfromNewYorktofillit.

           “Hisofficeisupstairs,”saidamaninthebox-office.

           Severalpersonswereinthemanager’soffice,twoloungingnearawindow,anothertalkingtoanindividualsittingataroll-topdesk—themanager.Carrieglancednervouslyabout,andbegantofearthatsheshouldhavetomakeherappealbeforetheassembledcompany,twoofwhom—theoccupantsofthewindow—werealreadyobservinghercarefully.

           “Ican’tdoit,”themanagerwassaying;“it’saruleofMr.Frohman’snevertoallowvisitorsbackofthestage.

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