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He had a habit the outcome, doubtless, of his epicurean tenets, of leaving at once, and at any costs, society not wholly agreeable to him. He bowed coldly to the man who was already greeting Berenice, and who was carrying a great bunch of Parma violets. Mr. Thorndyke was evidently astonished at his presence and not agreeably. "Have you come, Mr. Matravers," he asked coldly, "to make your peace?"
"I see you have her novel on your table there, and she is a woman who has been talked about a good deal lately. But the facts of the case are these. Matravers brought me a play a few days ago which almost took my breath away. It is by far the best thing of the sort I ever read. It is bound to be a great success. I can't tell you any more now, you shall read it yourself in a day or two.
The thing was settled now however. "I should like," he said, "to make her acquaintance at once." "I have thought of that," Matravers said. "Will you lunch with me at my rooms on Sunday and meet her? that is, of course, if she is able to come." "I shall be delighted," Fergusson answered. "About two, I suppose?" Matravers assented, and the two men parted.
You can mention my desire to meet the new actress if you like." Fergusson took up his hat. "Matravers is not the sort of man one feels like taking a liberty with," he said. "But I'll try him." "You can let me know to-night at the theatre," she directed.
Fergusson saw a certain fortune within his hands, and Matravers, sharing also in the golden harvest, found another and a still greater cause for satisfaction. For Berenice had justified his selection.
An audience as brilliant as any which could have been brought together in the first city in the world, had flatly refused to leave the theatre until Matravers himself, reluctant and ill-pleased, had joined Fergusson and Berenice before the footlights; and now on the eve of its temporary withdrawal something of the same sort was threatened again, and Matravers only escaped by standing up in the front of his box, and bowing his acknowledgments to the delighted audience.
Thorndyke to say, I believe, that he had given a carriage to a certain lady. Am I correct?" Thorndyke turned upon him sharply. There was a sudden silence in the crowded room. Matravers' clear, cold voice, although scarcely raised above the pitch of ordinary conversation, had penetrated to its furthest corner. "And if I did, sir! What " "These gentlemen will bear me witness that you did say so?"
Matravers, making his way more hurriedly than usual from the house, hoped to gain another glimpse of the man who had remained the solitary tenant of the round of empty seats. But he was too late. The man and the audience had melted away in a thin little stream. Matravers stood on the kerbstone hesitating. He had not meant to go behind to-night.
What on earth has kindled the destructive spirit in you to such an extent? Every one is talking of your attack upon the New Theatre!" "I was sent," Matravers answered, "with a free hand to write an honest criticism and I did it. Istein's work may have some merit, but it is unclean work. It is not fit for the English stage."
Not the least remarkable thing about Worth is the tombstone of Benjamin Jesty, who is claimed thereon to be the first person to inoculate for smallpox . Langton Matravers need not keep the stranger; its church was rebuilt nearly fifty years ago and the village is unpicturesque.
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