That is too
absurd!" and the girl laughed ringingly. "Because--I
believe I am in love with John Kendal!"
For answer Janet turned to her with the look of one
pressed to the last extremity. "Is it true that you are
going to write your own experiences in the _corps de
ballet?_" she asked ironically.
"Quite true. I have done three chapters already. What
do you think of it? Isn't it a good idea?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Of course!"
"I think," said Janet slowly, looking into the fire,
"that the scheme is a contemptible one, and that you are
doing a very poor sort of thing in carrying it out."
"Thanks," Elfrida returned. "We are all pretty much alike,
we women, aren't we, after all! Only some of us say so
and some of us don't. But I shouldn't have thought you
would have objected to my small rivalry _before the
fact!_"
Janet sighed wearily, and looked out of the window. "Let
me lend you an umbrella," she said; "the rain has come."
"It won't be necessary, thanks," Elfrida returned. "I
hear Mr. Cardiff coming upstairs. I shall ask him to take
care of me as far as the omnibuses. Good-by!"
CHAPTER XXVIII.
"Oh but--but," cried Elfrida, tragic-eyed, "you don't
understand, my friend.
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