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He thought: "Be blowed to Isabel Joy!" He did not care a fig for Isabel Joy's competition now. And then a small door opened in the wall close by, and an elegant cloaked woman came out on to the pavement. The door was the private door leading to the private box of Lord Woldo, owner of the ground upon which the Regent Theatre was built.
He admitted that in such details of social conduct London might be in advance of the Five Towns, despite the Five Towns' admirable downrightness. Lady Woldo was also in the dressing-room, glorious in black. Her beauty was positively disconcerting, and the more so on this occasion as she was bending over the faded Rose Euclid, who sat in a corner surrounded by a court.
"Now, Lady Woldo," said Edward Henry in a new tone, "as we're both from the same part of the country I want to be perfectly straight and above-board with you. It's quite true all that about the rash. And I did think you'd like to know. But that's not really what I came to see you about. You understand, not knowing you, I fancied there might be some difficulty in getting at you "
She was always very friendly with the late Lord Woldo, you know." Edward Henry nodded. "Why, she and the Countess of Chell are as thick as thieves! You know something about the Countess down here, I reckon?" The Countess of Chell was the wife of the supreme local magnate. Edward Henry answered calmly, "We do."
As he came within striking distance of 262 Eaton Square he had the advantage of an unusual and brilliant spectacle. Lord Woldo was one of the richest human beings in England and incidentally he was very human.
There could be no doubt that the circumstances of Lord Woldo furnished him with food for thought and very indigestible food too.... Why, at least one hundred sprightly female creatures were being brought up in the hope of marrying him. And they would all besiege him, and he could only marry one of them at once!
"You can't buy land in the West End of London," said Mr. Bryany, sagely. "You can only lease it." "Well, of course!" Edward Henry concurred. "The freehold belongs to Lord Woldo, now aged six months." "Really!" murmured Edward Henry. "I've got an option to take up the remainder of the lease, with sixty-four years to run, on the condition I put up a theatre.
Mr. Wrissell's objection to a certain class of theatres is well known." "And does Mr. Wrissell settle everything?" "Mr. Wrissell and Lady Woldo settle everything between them, and Lady Woldo is guided by Mr. Wrissell. There is an impression abroad that because Lady Woldo was originally connected er with the stage, she and Mr.
Nobody had told him that the being in the shawl was Lord Woldo, but he was sure that it must be so. Once Lord Woldo sat on a chair, but the chief nurse's lap was between him and the chair-seat. Both nurses chattered to him in Kensingtonian accents, but he offered no replies. "Go back to 262," said Edward Henry to his chauffeur.
Lord Woldo owned four theatres, and to each theatre he had his private entrance and in each theatre his private box, over which the management had no sway. The Woldos in their leases had always insisted on this. He never built in London; his business was to let land for others to build upon, the condition being that what others built should ultimately belong to him.
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