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"I wish you'd give us some scenery and costumes like this in your theatre," said Alloyd, as he strolled away. The remark stabbed him like a needle; the pain was gone in an instant, but it left a vague fear behind it, as of the menace of a mortal injury. It is a fact that Edward Henry blushed and grew gloomy and he scarcely knew why. He looked about him timidly, half defiantly.
Alloyd, the architect, also lonely. "Well," said Mr. Alloyd, curtly, with a sardonic smile. "They've telephoned me all about it. I've seen Mr. Wrissell. Just my luck! So you're the man! He pointed you out to me this morning. My design for that church would have knocked the West End! Of course Mr. Wrissell will pay me compensation, but that's not the same thing.
"You think so!" said Edward Henry, judicially. "The question is has he?" "Do you mean it's too realistic for you?" cried Mr. Alloyd. "Well, you are advanced! I didn't know you were as anti-representational as all that!" "Neither did I!" said Edward Henry. "What do you think of the play?" "Well," answered Mr.
Simultaneously it began to revolve rapidly on its cable, as such cages will, whether filled with bricks or with celebrities. "Oh!" ejaculated Sir John, terror-struck, clinging hard to the side of the cage. "Oh!" ejaculated Mr. Alloyd, also clinging hard. "I want you to see London," said Edward Henry, who had been through the experience before. The wind blew cold above the chimneys.
He ventured inside the hoarding, and addressing the elegant young man asked: "You got anything to do with this, mister?" "Well," said the young man, smiling humorously, "I'm the architect. It's true that nobody ever pays any attention to an architect in these days." "Oh! You're Mr. Alloyd?" "I am." Mr. Alloyd had black hair, intensely black, changeful eyes, and the expressive mouth of an actor.
I suppose you think a draught on the back of the neck is good for us!... But of course you'll say all this has nothing to do with architecture!" "Oh, no, I shan't! Oh, no, I shan't!" exclaimed Mr. Alloyd. "I quite agree with you!" "You do?" "Certainly. You seem to be interested in theatres?" "I am a bit." "You come from the north?" "No, I don't," said Edward Henry. Mr.
As the cage approached the platforms of the first story he saw two people waiting there; one he recognized as the faithful, harmless Marrier; the other was a woman. "Someone here wants you urgently, Mr. Machin!" cried Marrier. "By Jove!" exclaimed Alloyd under his breath. "What a beautiful figure! No girl as attractive as that ever wanted me urgently! Some folks do have luck!"
Alloyd turned on him with a sardonic and half-benevolent gleam. "And what are your ideas about theatres?" "Well," said Edward Henry, "I should like to meet an architect who had thoroughly got it into his head that when people pay for seats to see a play they want to be able to see it, and not just get a look at it now and then over other people's heads and round corners of boxes and things.
I was never yet in a London theatre where the architect had really understood that what the people in the pit wanted to hear was the play and nothing but the play." "You're rather hard on us," said Mr. Alloyd. "Not so hard as you are on us!" said Edward Henry. "And then draughts!
"I thought they were going to build a theatre here," said Edward Henry. "I wish they had been!" said Mr. Alloyd. "I'd just like to design a theatre! But of course I shall never get the chance." "Why not?" "I know I shan't," Mr. Alloyd insisted with gloomy disgust. "Only obtained this job by sheer accident! ... You got any ideas about theatres?" "Well, I have," said Edward Henry. Mr.
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