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On coming into the room she had doubtless been almost as startled as himself, and her constrained muteness had been probably due to a guilty feeling in the matter of passing too open remarks to a friend about a perfect stranger's manner of eating artichokes. The which supposition flattered him. Marrier as a theatrical manager.... In fact, unmistakable celebrities, one and all!
Horace had said that he would start to pay back his mother for his university training with the money earned from his very first job. But now he and Hannah had a talk. Hannah hid her own pangs quite natural pangs of jealousy and something very like resentment. "There aren't many Louises," said Hannah. "And waiting doesn't do, somehow. You're an early marrier, Horace. The steady, dependable kind.
"I'd better tell you." Mr. Marrier essayed a rapid explanation. "Mr. Machin wanted a list of the raight sort of people to ask to the corner-stone-laying of his theatah. So I used this as a basis." Elsie April smiled again: "Very good!" she approved. "What is your list, Marrier?" asked Edward Henry. It was Elsie who replied: "People to be invited to the dramatic soirée of the Azure Society.
Nellie had the timidity of a young girl. Indeed she looked quite youthful, despite the ageing influences of black silk. "So that's your Mr. Marrier! I understood from you he was a clerk!" said Nellie, tartly, suddenly retransformed into the shrewd matron, as soon as Mr. Marrier had profusely gone. She had conceived Marrier as a sort of Penkethman! Edward Henry had hoped to avoid this interview.
"Don't you know, Carlo?" Rose Euclid patted him. "'Overheard." "Oh! I've never seen it." "But it was on all the hoardings!" "I never read the hoardings," said Carlo. "Is it in verse?" "No, it isn't," Mr. Seven Sachs briefly responded. "But I've made over six hundred thousand dollars out of it." "Then of course it's intellectual!" asserted Mr. Marrier, positively. "That proves it.
She had used it with terrific effect at every grand emotional crisis of the play. He now recognized even her face! "Did Mr. Bryany tell you that my two boys are coming up?" said she. "I left them behind to do some telephoning for me." "Delighted!" said Edward Henry. "The more the merrier!" And he hoped that he spoke true. But her two boys! "Mr. Marrier he's a young manager.
"Bravo!" murmured Mr. Marrier. Edward Henry in the gloom caught Mr. Seven Sachs's unalterable observant smile across the table. "Well, Mr. Machin?" said Carlo Trent. Edward Henry had felt a tremor at the vibrations of Rose Euclid's voice.
Miss Lindop, with tears in her voice if not in her eyes, obeyed the order and, drawing the paper from the machine, read its contents aloud. Mr. Marrier started back not in the figurative but in the literal sense as he listened. "But you'll never send that out!" he exclaimed. "Why not?" "No paper will print it!" "My dear Marrier," said Edward Henry, "don't be a simpleton.
He could see Piccadilly Circus, and he saw Piccadilly Circus thronged with a multitude of loafers who were happy in the mere spectacle of Isabel Joy's name glowing on an electric sign. He went back at last to the managerial room. Marrier was there, hero-worshipping. "Got the figures yet?" he asked. Marrier beamed. "Two hundred and sixty pounds.
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!"
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