United States or New Zealand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I came to talk about some work, but I must get my breath first." "Miss Dalstan thought, perhaps," Philip intervened diffidently, "that you might consider accepting a post at the theatre. They always keep two stenographers there, and one of them fills up her time by private work, generally work for some one connected with the theatre.
"Well, they profess to think," she said slowly, "that the theatre belongs to Miss Dalstan, and that she " "Stop, please," he interrupted. "I know you hate saying it, and I know quite well what you mean. Well, what about that?" "It isn't my affair." "It isn't true," he told her. "Whether it's true or not, she is one of the best women in the world," Martha declared vigorously.
What are you going to do with this play of yours?" "Miss Elizabeth Dalstan has promised to produce it," he told her. She looked at him in some surprise. "Elizabeth Dalstan?" she repeated. "Why, she's one of our best actresses." "I understood so," he replied. "She has heard the story in fact I wrote out one of the scenes with her. She is going to produce it as soon as it's finished."
"Been playing in England?" the young man asked. Mr. Raymond Greene shook his head. "When I am on business," he explained, "I don't carry my sticks about with me, and I tell you this last fortnight has been a giddy whirl for me. I was in Berlin Wednesday night, and I did business in Vienna last Monday. Ah! here comes Miss Dalstan." He rose ceremoniously to his feet.
From outside they caught a momentary glimpse of another man, waiting. Mr. Dane took off his hat. For a man with so expressionless a countenance, he was looking considerably perturbed. "Miss Dalstan," he said, "I am very sorry, believe me, to intrude. I only heard of your marriage an hour ago. I wish I could have prevented it." "Prevented it?" Elizabeth repeated. "What do you mean?"
Philip, who had learnt a little about American dishes, gave an order, and Beatrice sipped her cocktail with an air of growing appreciation. "Queer idea, this, but the stuff tastes all right," she acknowledged. "I suppose, if you were taking your dear Miss Dalstan out, you'd go to a different sort of place, eh?" "We generally go further up town," he admitted unthinkingly.
She had been looking at her opposite neighbour but she turned back towards the narrator of this thrilling story as the monosyllable broke from her lips. "Please stop," she begged. "You are too dramatic, Mr. Greene. You really frighten me." "Frighten you?" he repeated. "My dear Miss Dalstan!"
"You needn't expect to see anything more of Miss Dalstan to-night, either of you," the newcomer declared, drawing her hand through his arm, "except on the stage, that is. I am going to take her out and give her a little dinner directly. Au revoir, Fink! I'll see you to-night here. Good-day to you, Mr. Ware." Philip stood for a moment motionless. The voice of Mr.
Supposing those two men had met on that narrow path and quarrelled! Supposing " "Don't!" Mr. Raymond Greene stopped short. He gazed in amazement at Elizabeth Dalstan, who had suddenly clutched his hand. There was something in her face which puzzled as well as startled him.
"Tell me, Miss Dalstan," he went on, leaning slightly towards her, and with a note of curiosity in his tone, "I want to know your candid opinion of the last act of the play I saw you in 'Henderson's Second Wife'? I made up my mind that if ever I had the privilege of meeting you, I would ask you that question." "I know exactly why," she declared, with a quick little nod of appreciation. "Listen."
Word Of The Day