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"A fair number," he admitted. "Most of them have found their way over to this side, too. Don't tell me that you have never seen one of them!"

"Seen one of them?" she repeated, with a little laugh. "Why, I've only been in a theatre once in my life. It was one of Shakespeare's plays, and we had to leave early so that my uncle shouldn't find out."

"Say, you're not pulling my leg, are you?" he asked suspiciously.

"Everything I have told you has been the honest truth," she assured him.

"Where have you been living, then?"

"Norchester. Doesn't that explain it?"

"Somewhere up in the north, isn't it? But surely you came to London sometimes?"

"Never! My guardian was a strict Nonconformist."

"Look here," Erwen exclaimed, waving his hand across the room, "I must introduce you to Reggie! He looks stupid but he isn't. You will see a lot of him at the theatre. He's putting up the money for the show. Hi, Reggie!"

A sleepy-looking young man, whose chief characteristics seemed to be a rather fat face, an unattached monocle and a friendly manner, strolled across to them.