She was sitting in her shift at the mirror, taking off her make-up, when her manager appeared announced his presance at the door with a sharp knock.
"Just a minute!" she called, shrugging a robe around her shoulders and pulling it together over her knees. "Yes? You can come in, now."
He slipped inside, and leant back against the wall. "Good show tonight, Ada," he said, his voice low. On anyone else his casual stance and neutral tone would seem to indicate indifference, but Ada could see the glint in his eye and the small tug of a smile on his lips that showed his approval. She smiled warmly back up at him and he leaned forward and handed her a small number of notes and a calling card or two.
"Mister Clarendon has asked me to extend you an invitation to the saloon for champagne after the show. There's talk of moving you further up the billing if you keep this kind of response." and with a curt nod, he left Ada to finish dressing.
And invitation to linger after the show wasn't terribly uncommon. Managers such as Clarendon liked to have their popular performers make themselves available entertain the more important audience guests. It made the guests feel more a part of culture of the stage, and it reflected well on the House. As far as Ada was concerned, it gave her an opportunity to make very important connections. She turned to the girl she shared her dressing room with.