Contents ( 55)
- Chapter One
- FAR TO GO
- Chapter Two
- THE POSTCARD
- Chapter Three
- THE RED DRESS
- Chapter Four
- THE INTERVIEW
- Chapter Five
- ABOUT THE PLAY
- Chapter Six
- KATIE
- Chapter Seven
- THE CALENDAR
- Chapter Eight
- MISS GREY HAS A PLAN
- Chapter Nine
- HER LADYSHIP HEARS THE STORY
- Chapter Ten
- LESSONS
- Chapter Eleven
- REHEARSALS
- Chapter Twelve
- LICENCES
- Chapter Thirteen
- A LETTER
- Chapter Fourteen
- CHRISTMAS
- Chapter Fifteen
- PRECAUTIONS
- Chapter Sixteen
- A SCARE
- Chapter Seventeen
- MARGARET’S GONE!
- Chapter Eighteen
- THE SEARCH BEGINS
- Chapter Nineteen
- A TELEGRAM FOR LIZA
- Chapter Twenty
- THE PRISONER
- Chapter Twenty-one
- THE SEARCH GOES ON
- Chapter Twenty-two
- HOPE
- Chapter Twenty-three
- QUEEN ELIZA
- Chapter Twenty-four
- A WHISTLE IN THE DARK
- Chapter Twenty-five
- THE END
- Keep Reading …
- About the Author
- Books by Noel Streatfeild
- About the Publisher
DOLPHIN THEATRE
Mr Thomas Smith will see Miss Margaret Thursday on Tuesday next at 11.30 a.m.
Chapter Three
THE RED DRESS
Sir John and Lady Teaser and their daughter lived in spacious apartments over The Dolphin Theatre. It was, Sir John found, infinitely less tiring to live where he worked than have to drive to and fro to somewhere more fashionable, which was what Lady Teaser would have liked.
That Tuesday morning Sir John was enjoying a late breakfast when Lady Teaser swept into the room. She gave him a kiss.
Lady Teaser – her name was Ada – was an imposing-looking woman of a statuesque type. She had been an actress and had made a name for herself in a small way. But when she married Sir John Teaser she had given up her career for she was sure, if they both put their minds to it, that John would rise to be head of his profession. Because she had stopped acting that did not mean she had lost all ambition: she was very, very conscious that if she had gone on, she too might have reached the heights. Anyone who knew her and forgot this was making a very great mistake.
Now, as she had come in and because the day was beautiful and Ada, judging by the kiss, in a good temper, Sir John turned the conversation to his new play.
‘I’ve left the sorting-out of possible little girls to Tommy. He won’t let any of promise pass by him, but it is proving difficult to find exactly the child I want. He has had no luck so far; I gather they are all curls and dimples.’
There was a pause, which Sir John prayed Ada would fill, but when she spoke it was not to say what he wished to hear.
‘If you are still hoping I will allow Katie to play the part, you are wasting your time. Our little girl is being brought up to be a fashionable young lady. When she is old enough she will be presented at Court, and later she will marry a suitable husband, preferably a member of the peerage …’
Sir John laid a hand on Ada’s shoulder. ‘I know, dear, that is what you hope, but think back to the old days when you were an ambitious child, imagine what you would have felt if you had been given the chance to play the leading part in a beautiful play.’
Ada shook his hand off her shoulder. ‘When I was a child the question did not arise, and if it had, my father would not even have considered it.’
Sir John tactfully did not point out that Ada’s father, a poor man, would probably have jumped at the offer. ‘I shall not override your wishes, Ada, you know that, but I do beseech you to think of Katie. She is an exceptionally gifted child and, though she has heard nothing from either of us about the part of Anastasia, there must be talk, you know what servants are.’