Her Faithful Knight — page 97: what you’re looking at

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A New Career. 93 clerk tapped with his knuckles, and in response to a loud “Come in,” they disappeared within the inner office. The buzz of conversation, interrupted by the latest ar- rival, recommenced at once. Nobody knew the fair man, and all were exceedingly curious about him. Was he a “society actor,” or a “toff going to take out a company?” He ought certainly to be a manager from all the fuss made about him. Didn’t his clothes fit him beau- tifully, and wasn’t he a darling altogether? “It is no good, girls,” put in a jolly-looking, red-faced, elderly woman to a group of girls who were discussing the new-comer in the above terms. ‘The Johnny had no eyes except for that pretty girl in blue serge over there in the chair by the door.” As though to prove the truth of her observations, the door of the agent’s office opened at that moment, and the clerk came straight to where Dorothy was sitting. “Do you want to see Mr. Whitlock?” he inquired. “And is it about an engagement ?” “It is not about an engagement,” she answered, rising. “But I want to see him very pits T wouldn’t keep him more than a minute.” “Well, he can see you now, I think, if you will just give me your name.” “My name is Knight; but Mr. Whitlock has never heard of me.” When Dorothy was shown into the inner office she found the agent, a small, slight man, with fine dark eyes and curt, offhand manners, seated behind a desk in the middle of the room, the walls of which were completely covered by frame photographs of actresses in nearly every possible dress and attitude. Standing with his hack to her, studying these, was the fair-haired young ~ gentleman whose appearance had caused so great a flutter among the ladies on the other side of the door. COnniecooolK< (S@)