The One Girl

" in Hazel's--and her husband's--apartments. They wouldn't have learned from the artless Hazel that, thanks to Willy Lord's New York venture, the Globe Theater lease was to be picked up for a song, and that here was a chance--for, say, thirty-five hundred or four thousand dollars apiece--to have the fun of producing a musical comedy: hiring principals, magisterially attending rehearsals where they could smoke cigars all the time and say right out what they liked and what they didn't--the fun of doing all this, and the satisfaction of coining money at the same time. And if they hadn't known about this chance they wouldn't have taken it.

Also, if Walter Byrne's wife hadn't happened to remark to him at dinner one night, that Mrs. Scott and Muriel were expected back from the sea-shore in a day or two, it probably wouldn't have occurred to him that, in the excitement of becoming a full-blown musical comedy producer, he had forgotten all about the young lady who was the innocent cause of his starting on this