The pair separated at a street corner, and, as it happened, Louis heard
little more about the progress of the school rehearsals for _The Taming
of the Shrew_ until the day before its public performance--if a
performance could be called public which was to be given in so private a
place as the ballroom in the home of one of the wealthiest patrons of
the school, the audience composed wholly of invited guests, and
admission to the affair for others extremely difficult to procure on any
ground whatever.
Appearing at the close of the final rehearsal to escort his sister
home--for the hour, like that of all final rehearsals, was late--Louis
found a flushed and highly wrought Roberta delivering last instructions
even as she put on her wraps.
"Remember, Olivia," he heard her say to a tall girl wrapped in a long
cloak which evidently concealed male trappings, "I'm not going to tone
down my part one bit to fit yours. If I'm stormy you must be blustering;
if I'm furious you must be fierce. You can do it, I know."
"I certainly hope so, Miss Gray," answered a none-too-confident voice.
"But I'm simply frightened to death to play opposite you.
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