She drank again and as she did so there was a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” she asked, slipping the glass behind another photograph of herself wearing a spectacular gown.
“There be a lady to see you, Miss Melrose.”
It was Joe the doorkeeper who spoke and she was just about to say that she had no wish to receive visitors when the door opened and somebody came into the dressing room.
Milly looked at her without interest.
It was a young woman who she supposed must be a fan and she could not understand how Joe had been so absurd as to let one of the autograph hunters, who were always outside the stage door, come up to her dressing room.
Then the girl in the doorway piped up,
“You are as beautiful as I thought you would be, Aunt Millicent! And I am so excited to meet you in real life.”
