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Also living with them at the time was Mrs Kalai who was Bing's colleague at the India Foundation for the Arts. After settling down to a good meal and generally relaxing, Bing told me that he had in mind a few people and institutions connected with my interest i.e., wildlife and that I should use my time in Bangalore to meet them.
"Three years later I wintered in Paris. I had run into Bing's for a chat and a look at the Hokusais, when who should come in but Hanson Brooks in a high state of elation. An important purchase had just arrived. He urged us both to dine and inspect it. Bing was engaged; I glad to accept. At dinner Brooks teased me to the top of his bent.
"Well, then, why don't you break the news to Maria?" "Madam, such levity is untimely. I have broken it broken it gently. You have heard it all." "Do you suppose I am Major Bing's wife?" "Certainly." "Well, she moved around into Market street last December. Maybe you'd better hunt her up." The general looked at Mrs. Wood solemnly for a minute, and then he said he would. Then he bade Mrs.
She was very beautiful, with quiet ways, and seemed genuine. She had both taste and talent for the stage, and she liked to stay at home and read and make caps for her mother. She was unvaryingly kind and friendly with Binkley & Bing's press-agent. Since the theatre had closed she had allowed Mr. Vandiver to call in an unofficial rôle.
This conviction so possessed me that I found myself for days after peering into Bing's face, watching for its repetition so much so that the professor asked me with a laugh: "Has Mr. Bing hypnotized you as badly as he has the ladies? They hang on his every word. Curious study of the effect of mind on matter, isn't it?"
Bing's wide experience of men and affairs, and his marvellous powers of conversation, I could not divest myself of the conviction that underneath it all there lay something more than a mere desire to be either kindly or entertaining; in fact, that his geniality, though outwardly spontaneous, was really a cloak to hide another side of his nature a fog into which he retreated and that some day the real man would be revealed.
Miss Buffum's summing up of Bing's courtesy and affability was shared by every one at my end of the table, although some of them differed as regarded his origin and occupation. "Looks more like an Englishman than a Dane," said the bank clerk; "although I don't know any Danes. But he's a daisy, anyhow, and ought to have his salary raised for being so jolly."
With the passing of the first week the good lady became uneasy; the board, as usual, had been paid in advance, but it was the man she missed. No one else could add the drop of oil to the machinery of the house, nor would it run smoothly without him. At the end of the second week she rapped at my door and with trembling steps led me to Bing's room.
"Annie Ashton," said I, simply. "She played Nannette in Binkley & Bing's production of 'The Silver Cord. She is to have a better part next season." "Take me to see her," said North. Miss Ashton lived with her mother in a small hotel. They were out of the West, and had a little money that bridged the seasons. As press-agent of Binkley & Bing I had tried to keep her before the public.
We used to brag about Morgan and E. H. and others of our wisest when I was in the provinces but now no more. That peninsula has got our little country turned into a submarine without even the observation tower showing. "Major Bing's idea was this. He had the population go forth into the forest and gather these products. When they brought 'em in he gave 'em one-fifth for their trouble.
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