The pretty little
girl all in green who was with him was Violet Pane, who was the
artist's model in a new play that had made a hit. She had had a
full-page picture of herself in the Sunday supplement of the
"sporting paper" which was read here--so Rosalie remarked.
"Why don't you ever do that for me?" she added, to Oliver.
"Perhaps I will," said he, with a laugh. "What does it cost?"
And when he learned that the honour could be purchased for only
fifteen hundred dollars, he said, "I'll do it, if you'll be good."
And from that time on the last trace of worriment vanished from the
face and the conversation of Rosalie.
As the champagne cocktails disappeared, she and Oliver became
confidential. Then Montague turned to Toodles, to learn more about
how the "second generation" was preying upon the women of the stage.
"A chorus-girl got from ten to twenty dollars a week," said Toodles;
and that was hardly enough to pay for her clothes. Her work was very
uncertain--she would spend weeks at rehearsal, and then if the play
failed, she would get nothing.
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