airly groaned.

"Don't be discouraged!" said Mr. Frohman, noting their despairing looks.
"Dress rehearsals are usually the limit."

"But it can't go like this, and succeed," Bambi wailed.

"Don't you worry. It won't go like this."

The night wore on, miserably, for the authors. Everything had to be done
over--lines were forgotten--everybody was in a nervous stew.

"The awful part of it is that we've done all we can do," moaned Bambi.
"If they ruin it, we can't prevent them."

"We'll make them rehearse all day to-morrow," said Jarvis, fiercely.
"They were better than this two weeks ago."

The end of the agony finally came. The stage manager assembled the weary
company and gave them a few select and sarcastic remarks as to their
single and collective failure. Mr. Frohman added a few words, and
ordered them all to dismiss the play from their minds until the morrow
night. Bambi tried to say a word of encouragement and thanks to them,
but in the midst of it she broke down and wept.

"Take her home and keep her in bed to-morrow, Jocelyn," Mr. Frohman
said.

Jarvis hurried her into a cab, and she sobbed softly all the way home.
He made no effort to touch her or comfort her; he was in torment
himself. At the club he ordered eggnog and sandwiches sent to her room,
whither he followed her, helpless to cope with her tears.

She threw her things off and bathed her eyes, while he set out the table
for the food. When the boy appeared with it, Jarvis led her to her chair
and served her. She smiled mistily at him.

"It's nerves and excitement and overwork," she explained. He nodded.

"If it failed now, it would be too awful," he said.

"Don't say that word; don't even think it!" she cried.

"You mustn't care so much," he begged her.

"Don't you care?"

"Of course, more than you know. But I am prepared for failure, if it
comes."

"I can't be prepared for it. It cannot happen!" she sobbed.

He stood looking down at her helplessly.

"What can I do for you? What is it you want?" he demanded gently.

"I want to be rocked," she sobbed.

"To be----"

She pushed him into a big chair, and climbed into his arms.

"Rocked," she finished.

He held her a minute closely, then he rose and set her down.

"I can't do it," he began. "I have something to tell you that must be
said----"

"Not to-night, Jarvis, I'm too tired."

"Yes, to-night, before another hour passes. Sit down there, please."

She obeyed, curiously.