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After all, Kitty was only an interlude; the big thing was the game; and shortly he would be in the thick of great events again. But Kitty should be happy. His old analytical philosophy resumed its functions. The contempt and jealousy of one race for another; what was God's idea in implanting that in souls? Hawksley was at base Russian.
Any moment they may take it into their heads to get at me and Hawksley through you. That's why we watch over you. You don't want to see Hawksley done in, do you? It's real tragedy, Kitty, and nobody can guess what the end is going to be." Kitty's lip quivered. "Cutty, if you talk like that to me I shall cry." "Good Lord, what about?" bewildered. "About everything.
Docilely Hawksley obeyed. He wasn't going to let them know, but that bed was going to be tolerably welcome. "Well!" said Miss Frances. "I don't see how he did it." "I do," said the ex-pugilist. "I told him to. Either he was a false alarm, or he'd attempt the job even if he fell down. The hull thing is this: Make a guy wanta get well an' he'll get well. If he's got any pride, dig it up.
Hawksley stood motionless for a space. And he must remain here at least for a night and a day! He would not dare risk another hotel. He could, of course, go to the splendid Rathbone place; but it would not be fair to invite tragedy across that threshold. A ball of crushed paper at his feet attracted his attention. He kicked it absently, followed and picked it up, his thought on other things.
We'd be a fine pair of fools to let an ancient grudge go on. They tell me you've a wonderful apartment on top of that skyscraper of yours." "Will you come to dinner some night?" "Any time you say. I should like to bring my daughter." "She doesn't know?" "No. Heard of Hawksley; thinks he's English." "I am certainly agreeable." This would be a distinct advantage to Kitty.
His punishment for entertaining a looter's idea would be work when he wanted to loaf and enjoy himself. Arriving at Hawksley's door he was confronted by a spectacle not without its humorous touch: The nurse extending a bowl and Hawksley staring at the sky beyond the window, stonily. "But you must!" insisted Miss Frances. "Chops or beefsteak!" "It will give you nausea." "Permit me to find out.
And all this time they had been inviting the first comer to appropriate them. Money, love, tragedy, death; history, pageants, lovely women; murder and loot! All these days on the step of the fire-escape ladder! He must have one of them; positively he must. Could he prevail upon Hawksley to sell one? Had he carried them through sentiment?
Third time, they smiled unembarrassedly. Mind you, they were both hanging upon Cutty's words; only their eyes were like little children at church, restless. It was spring. Without being exactly conscious of what he was doing, Hawksley began to dress Kitty that is, he visualized her in ball gowns, in sports, in furs. He put her on horses, in opera boxes, in limousines.
Wyndham, who was afterwards to be such a splendid Mildmay, played Hawksley, and Alfred Wigan was Mildmay, as he had been in the original production. When the play is revived now, much of it seems very old-fashioned, but the office scene strikes one as freshly and strongly as when it was first acted. I don't think that any drama which is vital and essential can ever be old-fashioned.
Johnston! Johnston!" She bent forward and rapped wildly on the glass panel. "Johnston, stop! turn round! are you out of your head? Captain Hawksley, stop him stop him, for pity's sake!" "Sit down, Miss Lorne." He made reply in a low, level voice, a voice in which there was something that made her pluck the child to her and hold him tight to her breast. "You are not going home to-night.
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