‘You will have to prove it, you know,’ Gerald said quietly. The manager, however, who stood in the
wings, nodded to her to proceed, and the orchestra commenced the first few bars
of the music. During the week,
her uniform was the blue and white scrubs of a nurse, the
job she had suffered at for twenty-seven years. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar
opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather
attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the
blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round
his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her
gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. ‘Both of them so wise after the event.
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