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Epstein, still wearing his hat and heavy coat, had dropped into the big chair by the reading-lamp and was nervously gnawing his under lip. Bangs had mechanically tossed his hat toward a corner as he came in. He took a chair as mechanically, and sat very still, his back to the window, his eyes trying vainly to meet his friend's.
"Epstein! Whew! and in his day he was the greatest comedian of them all. And a Jew!" "And a man," said Tommy Watson with a note of challenge in his voice. "I've heard much of his kindnesses," Whimple said, "but know him only by sight." "He's a great friend of mine," said Tommy; "he spends nearly all his mornings here; has done since he retired from the stage.
When Epstein, the agent, wrote to say that the allegory had been purchased by a Glasgow plutocrat of the name of Bates for one hundred and sixty guineas, Sellers' views on Philistines and their crass materialism and lack of taste underwent a marked modification. He spoke with some friendliness of the man Bates.
"I suppose you will rest your mind by writing another play?" gushed Mrs. Renway. Laurie shook his black head. "Not a bit of it!" he asserted. "Don't even suggest such a thing before Epstein, there. It sounds abhorrently like work." Mrs. Renway's curiosity had a brief and losing struggle with her good breeding. "Then what are you going to do?" she demanded coquettishly.
E, a MS. now in the possession of Herr Epstein of Vienna, who acquired it from Halberstamm's collection. The only reliable clue as to the date of this MS. is the license of the censor: "visto per me fra Luigi da Bologna Juglio 1599." Herr Epstein considers it to have been written at the end of the fifteenth or beginning of the sixteenth century. The MS. is on paper and in "Italian" handwriting.
"I've been thinking about it a lot," he repeated. There was an intense, unexpected relief in this confidence, which he had made to no one else but Bangs, and to him in only a casual phrase or two. "That's one reason why it has been hard for me to get down to work on a new play, as Bangs and Epstein have been hounding me to do. I was afraid I couldn't keep my mind on it.
But as a "repeater" William would not have been a success. He was trembling and almost hysterical when he sat down, and Tommy Watson was in almost as bad a condition. Whimple was uneasy; Epstein only seemed to be cool. He passed the word along, and, as the curtain went up for the next act, the four friends quietly left their seats and walked down the stairs into the main entrance of the theatre.
"The greatest adventure in life," he stated dogmatically, "is to make a lot of money. I tell you vy. Because then you got all the other adventures you can handle, trying to hold on to it!" Bangs, who was developing a new and hitherto unsuspected vein of tact, encouraged Epstein to enlarge on this congenial theme.
Now I'm resting, or loafing, if you prefer to call it that, and" he bit off the words and fairly threw them at his friend "it will save you and Epstein and Haxon a lot of mental wear and tear if you will mind your own business and let me alone." Bangs raised his eyes and dropped them again. "You are our business," he somberly reminded his partner.
She walked away from him, and, sinking into the chair Epstein had so recently vacated, sat bending forward, her elbow resting on its broad arm, her chin in her hand. It was the pose he knew so well and had loved so much. "I don't blame you," she repeated. "What I was doing was horrible. I knew it all the time, and I tried to get out of it the second day. But they wouldn't let me."
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