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'Come along, said a voice in Henry's ear, 'I'm going. It was Mr. Doxey's. 'Oh, no, thanks! Henry replied hastily. 'Nothing to be afraid of, said Mr. Doxey, shrugging his shoulders with an air which Henry judged slightly patronizing. 'Oh yes, do go, Geraldine urged. 'It will be such fun. He hated to go, but there was no alternative, and so he went, stumbling after Mr.
That journalist was Alfred Doxey, who had married on the success of Love in Babylon, and was already in financial difficulties. He said he could get twenty-five pounds for an interview with Henry, and Henry gave him the interview. The interview accomplished, he asked Henry whether he cared to acquire for cash his, Doxey's, share of the amateur rights of Love in Babylon.
Doxey demanded fifty pounds, and Henry amiably wrote out the cheque on the spot and received Doxey's lavish gratitude. Love in Babylon is played on the average a hundred and fifty times a year by the amateur dramatic societies of Great Britain and Ireland, and for each performance Henry touches a guinea.
Lathrop, recovering herself sufficiently to illustrate her mental attitude by what in her case always answered the purposes of a start. "That's what I said," said Susan, "an' havin' said it Mr. Kimball can rely on Elijah Doxey's bein' sure to get it now." "Eli " cried Mrs. Lathrop, again upheaved. "Elijah Doxey," repeated Susan. "That's his name. I ain't surprised over your bein' surprised, Mrs.
Doxey, of the P.A. 'Love in Babylon? murmured Mr. Doxey inquiringly. 'Very pleased to meet you, sir. Henry was not favourably impressed by Mr. Doxey's personal appearance, which was attenuated and riggish. He wondered what 'P.A. meant. Not till later in the evening did he learn that it stood for Press Association, and had no connection with Pleasant Sunday Afternoons. Mr.
'Yes, said Henry with judicial calm, after he had read Mr. Doxey's stage version of Love in Babylon, 'it makes a nice little piece. 'I'm glad you like it, old chap, said Doxey. 'I thought you would. They were in Henry's study, seated almost side by side at Henry's great American roll-top desk. 'You've got it a bit hard in places, Henry pursued. 'But I'll soon put that right.
'Oh! said Henry. 'Of course, Mr. Doxey's name must go with mine, as one of the authors of the piece. Certainly. 'Dearest, Geraldine murmured when Doxey had gone, 'you are perfect. You don't really need an agent. He laughed. 'There's rather too much "old chap" about Doxey, he said. 'Who's Doxey? 'He's quite harmless, the little creature, said Geraldine good-naturedly.
Doxey, with a disastrous lack of foresight, had been in the opposite wing, and had had to run round the stage in order to come before the curtain. Doxey's share in the triumph was decidedly less than half.... 'No, Henry said later, with splendid calm, when Geraldine, Jane, Doxey, and himself were drinking champagne in Jane's Empire dressing-room, 'it wasn't nervousness.
Doxey's suggestion? Geraldine asked him. 'Yes, said Henry; 'but I don't quite see the point of it. 'Don't see the point of it, sweetheart? she protested, stroking his dressing-gown. 'But it would be bound to be a frightful success, after this. 'I know, said Henry. 'But why drag in Doxey? I can write the next play myself. She kissed him. One day Geraldine needed a doctor.
You understand Jane insists. Take your pound, I call the first rehearsal for Monday. Thenceforward Henry lived largely in the world of the theatre, a pariah's life, the life almost of a poor relation. Doxey appeared to enjoy the existence; it was Doxey's brief hour of bliss.
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