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Marrier turned towards the intruder, as one determined to put an end to such singularities. "Who's up theyah?" "I am," said Edward Henry. "And I want it to be clearly understood in my theatre that the first thing an actor has to do is to make himself heard. I daresay I'm devilish odd, but that's how I look at it." "Whom do you mean, Mr. Machin?" asked Marrier in a different tone.
Edward Henry decided that he must give Mr. Marrier a piece of his mind at the first opportunity. "Don't you know?" questioned the dame. "How should I?" he parried. "I'm only a provincial." "But surely," pursued the dame, "you knew we'd sent her round the world. She started on the Kandahar, the ship that you stopped Sir John Pilgrim from taking. She almost atoned for his absence at Tilbury.
If Rose Euclid were to go around and about the Five Towns trying to do the siren business, she would pretty soon discover that she was up against something rather special in the way of human nature! Marrier could not at that moment produce even ten pounds between them!... And Marrier offering to lay fivers!... He scornfully pitied them.
"Doesn't do anything," said Mr. Marrier. "Very good amateur actress. Goes about a great deal. Her mother was on the stage. Married a wealthy wholesale corset-maker." "Who did? Miss April?" Edward Henry had a twinge. "No. Her mother. Both parents dead, and Miss April has an income a considerable income." "What do you call considerable?" "Five or six thousand a year."
Edward Henry's ignorance of affairs round about the centre of the universe was occasionally distressing to himself in particular. And just now he gravely blamed Mr. Marrier, who had neglected to post him about Isabel Joy. But how could Marrier honestly earn his three pounds a week if he was occupied night and day with the organizing and management of these precious dramatic soirées?
Marrier took charge of him. "You merit the entire confectioner's shop!" exclaimed Marrier, aghast, admiring, triumphant. Now Edward Henry had had no intention of meriting cake. He had merely followed in speech the secret train of his thought. But he saw that he had treated a West End audience as a West End audience had never before been treated, and that his audacity had conquered.
Marrier, after the latter had talked Azure business with Miss April for a couple of minutes. "I must go too," said Elsie, imperturbable, impenetrable. "One moment," he entreated, and masterfully signalled Marrier to depart. After all he was paying the fellow three pounds a week. She watched Marrier thread his way out. Already she had put on her gloves.
"I daresay you aren't used to people like me, Miss April." "Marrier!" said he, suddenly, with a bluff, humorous downrightness, "you know you're in a very awkward position here, and you know you've got to see Alloyd for me before six o'clock. Be off with you. I will be responsible for Miss April." And he did in fact succeed in dismissing Mr.
And let her play the part to-morrow night. She'll be delighted, you bet." "But " "Miss Lindop," Edward Henry interrupted, "will you please read to Mr. Marrier what I've dictated?" He turned to Marrier. "It's an interview with myself for one of to-morrow's papers."
"You've saved the intellectual theatah for London, my boy! That's what you've done!" Marrier now was gripping his hand. And Edward Henry was convinced that he had. The strident vigour of the applause showed no diminution. And through the thick, heavy rain of it could be heard the monotonous, insistent detonations of one syllable: "'Thor! 'Thor! 'Thor! 'Thor! 'Thor!"
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