been hypnotised. Presently, between two tables he
noticed a waiter standing, lost in his thoughts. The mask of the man's
professional civility had come awry, and the expression of his face and
figure was curiously remote from the faces and forms of those from whom
he had been taking orders; he seemed like a bird discovered in its own
haunts, all unconscious as yet of human eyes. And the writer thought:
"But if those people at the tables are the Public, what is that waiter?
How if I was mistaken, and not they, but he were the real Public?" And
testing this thought, his mind began at once to range over all the people
he had lately seen. He thought of the Founder's Day dinner of a great
School, which he had attended the night before. "No," he mused, "I see
very little resemblance between the men at that dinner and the men in
this hall; still less between them and the waiter. How if they were the
real Public, and neither the waiter, nor these people here!" But no
sooner had he made this reflection, than he bethought him of a gathering
of workers whom he had watched two days ago. "Again," he mused, "I do
not recollect any resemblance at all between those workers and the men at
the dinner, and certainly they are not like any one here. What if those
workers are the real Public, not the men at the dinner, nor the waiter,
nor the people in this hall!" And thereupon his mind flew off again, and
this time rested on the figures of his own immediate circle of friends.
They seemed very different from the four real Publics whom he had as yet
discovered. "Yes," he considered, "when I come to think of it, my
associates painters, and writers, and critics, and all that kind of
person--do not seem to have anything to speak of in common with any of
these people. Perhaps my own associates, then, are the real Public, and
not these others!" Perceiving that this would be the fifth real Public,
he felt discouraged. But presently he began to think: "The past is the
past and cannot be undone, and with this play of mine I shall not please
the Public; but there is always the future! Now, I do not wish to do
what the artist cannot afford to do, I earnestly desire to be true to the
reason of my existence; and since the reason of that existence is to give
the Public what it wants, it is really vital to discover who and what the
Public is!" And he began to look very closely at the faces around him,
hoping to find out from types what he had