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

           No,no!”

           Carrietimidlywaited,standing.Therewerechairs,butnoonemotionedhertobeseated.Theindividualtowhomthemanagerhadbeentalkingwentawayquitecrestfallen.Thatluminarygazedearnestlyatsomepapersbeforehim,asiftheywereofthegreatestconcern.

           “Didyouseethatinthe‘Herald’thismorningaboutNatGoodwin,Harris?”

           “No,”saidthepersonaddressed.“Whatwasit?”

           “MadequiteacurtainaddressatHooley’slastnight.Betterlookitup.”

           Harrisreachedovertoatableandbegantolookforthe“Herald.”

           “Whatisit?”saidthemanagertoCarrie,apparentlynoticingherforthefirsttime.Hethoughthewasgoingtobeheldupforfreetickets.

           Carriesummonedupallhercourage,whichwaslittleatbest.Sherealisedthatshewasanovice,andfeltasifarebuffwerecertain.Ofthisshewassosurethatsheonlywishednowtopretendshehadcalledforadvice.

           “Canyoutellmehowtogoaboutgettingonthestage?”

           Itwasthebestwayafteralltohavegoneaboutthematter.Shewasinteresting,inamanner,totheoccupantofthechair,andthesimplicityofherrequestandattitudetookhisfancy.Hesmiled,asdidtheothersintheroom,who,however,madesomeslightefforttoconcealtheirhumour.

           “Idon’tknow,”heanswered,lookingherbrazenlyover.“Haveyoueverhadanyexperienceuponthestage?”

           “Alittle,”answeredCarrie.“Ihavetakenpartinamateurperformances.”

           Shethoughtshehadtomakesomesortofshowinginordertoretainhisinterest.

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