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At the Green Room Club Mr. Marrier informed reliable cronies that he was Edward Henry's "confidential adviser." At the Turk's Head, Hanbridge, Edward Henry informed reliable cronies that Mr. Marrier was a sort of clerk, factotum, or maid-of-all-work. A compromise between these two very different conceptions of Mr. Marrier's position had been arrived at in the word "representative."
"You don't mean it?" murmured the greatest dramatic poet, who had never voyaged further than the Isle of Wight. His eyeglass swung to and fro. Edward Henry feigned to resent this remark. "Of course I mean it. Do you take me for a blooming gas-bag?" He rose. "Marrier!" Then more loudly: "Marrier!" Mr. Marrier entered. "Do you know anything about the sailings to New York?" "Rather!" said Mr.
You'd have known that from your birth up, Marrier, if you'd been born in the Five Towns. Act, my boy." "But haow? If she won't go on, she won't." "Is her understudy in the theatre?" "Yes. It's Miss Cunningham, you know." "What salary does she get?" "Ten pounds a week." "What for?" "Well partly to understudy, I suppose." "Let her earn it, then. Go on with the rehearsal.
Rose Euclid was smoking a cigarette and scratching the arm of an easy-chair behind her. Her maid stood near by with a whisky-and-soda. "Sorry you can't go on with the rehearsal, Miss Euclid," said Edward Henry very quickly. "However, we must do the best we can. But Mr. Marrier thought you'd like to hear this. It's part of an interview with me that's going to appear to-morrow in the press."
And then another syllable was added: "Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!" Mechanically Edward Henry lit a cigarette. He had no consciousness of doing so. "Where is Trent?" people were asking. Carlo Trent appeared up a staircase at the back of the stage. "You've got to go on," said Marrier. "Now, pull yourself together. The Great Beast is calling for you. Say a few wahds."
But in the Five Towns three pounds a week is regarded as very goodish pay for any sub-ordinate, and Edward Henry could not rid himself all at once of native standards. He had therefore, with diffidence, offered three pounds a week to the aristocratic Marrier. And Mr. Marrier had not refused it, nor ceased to smile.
Let us put flowers of the blue flag beside those of the maple, and we shall have a fair contrast between the brilliancy of blossoms whose marrier has been an insect, and the dinginess of flowers indebted to the services of the wind. Can it be that both kinds of flowers are descended from forms resembling each other in want of grace and colour? Such, indeed, is the truth.
On the third night the house held twenty-seven pounds and sixpence. "Naturally," said Mr. Marrier, "in this hot weathah! I never knew such a hot June! It's the open-air places that are doing us in the eye. In fact I heard to-day that the White City is packed. They simply can't bank their money quick enough." It was on that day that Edward Henry paid salaries.
Marrier beamed with satisfaction. "Drook's, you say," murmured Carlo Trent. "Old Bond Street," and wrote down the information on his shirt cuff. Rose Euclid watched him write. "Yes, Carlo," said she. "But don't you think we'd better begin to talk about the theatre? You haven't told me yet if you got hold of Longay on the 'phone." "Of course we got hold of him," said Marrier.
It would mean the loss of a good position, too, for while Dyckman was an easy boss, if he were going to be an easy marrier as well, Dallam had too much self-respect to countenance a marriage beneath them. If he could only have known of Gilfoyle's existence and his quests, how the two of them could have collaborated!
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