CHAPTER XLIII

LINNET’S RIVAL Will hailed a cab in St James’s Street, and drove straight to his sister’s, only pausing by the way to despatch a hasty telegram to the management of the Harmony: “Signora Casalmonte seriously indisposed. Quite unable to sing this evening. Must fill up her place for to-night, at least, and probably for to-morrow as well, by understudy.” Then he went on to Maud’s. “Mrs Sartoris at home?” “Yes, sir; but she’s just this minute gone up to dress for dinner.” “Tell her I must see her at once,” Will exclaim…