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There is little doubt that the substructure of the great scene might have been very much simpler. I imagine that Sir Arthur Pinero was betrayed into complexity and over-elaboration by his desire to use, as a background for his action, a study of that "curious phase of modern life," the manicurist's parlour.
At breakfast Miss Harris regarded Lotus darkly, for Mr. Gross had told her just enough to excite her curiosity. "Where were you last night?" she inquired. "I went to a show." "Were the pictures good?" "They don't have pictures at the Grand." "Oh h!" The manicurist's violet eyes opened wide. "Louis you drank something. You're awful pale. What was it?" "Clicquot! That's my favorite brand."
"Now things are beginning to move," he observed softly. "Come here, Paul!" He pulled aside a little curtain behind which was a sort of cubicle an easy chair, a manicurist's stool and a table. "Step inside here," he whispered; "quickly!" I obeyed him, and in an instant he had entered a similar one. We were scarcely there before I heard the sound of a key in the door.
Green's pension she called it that, rates six dollars up, terms six dollars down had not been the same for the youthful hermit of the hall bedroom since Gross had met him and Miss Harris in the park a few Sundays before and, falling under the witchery of the manicurist's violet eyes, had changed his residence to coincide with theirs.
Suddenly he remembered, with a kind of shock, that he had pledged himself to go up to London the next day to buy an engagement-ring. So after all the manicurist's defection did not matter. All was again well with the world. Then he went to bed and slept the sleep of the just and perfect man living the just and perfect life in a just and perfect universe.
After lunch she sauntered back into Regent Street and stopped by an American Beauty Parlour. She went in and inquired the price of a manicure. It would be one-and-sixpence. So she entered a warm wee cubicle full of beauty apparatus, sat down, and gave her right hand for the manicurist's ministrations. The manicurist was a lithe, tall girl, with a small young, wicked face; and meekly demure.
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