ped Canby. "People are sick of tea! I didn't write any tea!"
"There isn't any," said Tinker. "The way he's got it, there's an
interruption before the tea comes, and it isn't brought in."
"But she's ordered it! If it doesn't come the audience will wonder--"
"No," said Tinker. "They won't think of that. They won't hear her order
it."
"Then for heaven's sake, why has he put it in? I wrote this play to
begin right in the story--"
"That's the trouble. They never hear the beginning. They're slamming
seats, taking off wraps, looking round to see who's there.
That's why we used to begin plays with servants dusting and
'Well-I-never-half-past-nine-and-the-young-master-not-yet-risen!"
"I wrote it to begin with a garden scene," Canby protested, unheeding.
"Why--"
"He's changed this act a good deal."
"But I wrote--"
"He never uses garden sets. Not intimate enough; and they're a nuisance
to light. I wouldn't worry about it."
"But it changes the whole signifi--"
"Well, talk to him about it," said Tinker, adding lifelessly, "I
wouldn't argue with him much, though. I never knew anybody do anything
with him that way yet."
Miss Ellsling, on the stage, seemed to be supplementing this remark.
"Roderick Hanscom is a determined man," she said, in character. "He is
hard as steel to a treacherous enemy, but he is tender and gentle to
women and children. Only yesterday I saw him pick up a fallen crippled
child from beneath the relentless horses' feet on a crossing, at the
risk of his very life, and then as he placed it in the mother's arms,
he smiled that wonderful smile of his, that wonderful smile of his that
seems to brighten the whole world! Wait till you meet him. But that is
his step now and you shall judge for yourselves! Let us rise, if you
please, to give him befitting greeting."
"What--what!" gasped Canby.
"Sh!" Tinker whispered.
"But all I wrote for her to say, when Roderick Hanscom's name is
mentioned, was 'I don't think I like him.' My God!"
"Sh!"
"The Honourable Robert Hanscom!" shouted Packer, in a ringing voice as a
stage-servant, or herald.
"It gives him an entrance, you see," murmured Tinker. "Your script just
let him walk on."
"And all that horrible stuff about his 'wonderful smile!'" Canby
babbled. "Think of his putting that in himself."
"Well, you hadn't done it for him. It is a wonderful smile, isn't it?"
"My God!"
"Sh!"
Talbot Potter had stepped to the centre of the s
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