“She moved? She’s out? She’s gone? You told her I’d pay her anything — a bonus — — ” Then, as he nodded, she leaned back, relaxed. Something in her face prompted him.

“You’re young and beautiful and bewitching,” said Ken.

“Keep on saying it,” pleaded Harrietta. “Make a chant of it.” �

Sam Klein, the veteran, was the first to greet her when she entered the theatre at that first September rehearsal. The company was waiting for her. She wasn’t late. She had just pleasantly escaped being unpunctual. She came in, cool, slim, electric. Then she hesitated. For the fraction of a second she hesitated. Then Sam Klein greeted her: “Company’s waiting, Miss Fuller, if you’re