Here, on the ragged edge of the Empire, things are managed
expeditiously by the authorities. Scarcely an hour after the
_Nautilas_ has dropped her pick the tugboat comes out again and flings
us our mail. Bosun and donkeyman trudge aft and take the letters for
the foc'sle, the mess-room steward deposits a letter in my lap, and I
think of my friend. At this moment he is engaged in repartee with the
housekeeper as she lays the table for tea. The heavy twilight is
settling down over the river outside; lovers are pacing the walk as
they return from their Sunday tramp. Possibly, too, that fantastic
scene which he has described to me is now enacting. He is at the
piano; the housekeeper, in tears, is on her knees beside him, and they
raise their melodious voices "_for those in peril on the sea_." How
affecting, for one to be so remembered! I thank them both with all my
heart.
And now he tells me that his play goes well, and I am glad. It will
indeed be a red-letter day when I pay my shilling and climb into the
gallery to see his work. No, I shall not criticise. Probably I shall
hardly listen. I shall be thinking many thoughts, dreaming dreams,
feeling simply very glad and very proud.
I sympathise always with his struggles with his _personnel_, but I
think, though, he hardly allows enough for the point of view. These
actors and actresses are not literary. (They _should_ be, I know.)
They look at an author's work as a man looks at the universe--a small
part at a time. That trite old paradox that, to the actor, the part is
greater than the whole, should never be forgotten. Remember, too, how
"touchy," as he calls it, they _must_ be, in the nature of things.
Their touchiness, their affectation, their lack of culture--all are
inherent in them. _Their_ success is always immediate, using the word
in its literal sense as a metaphysician would use it; the author's
success is mediate, through time and trial. So one should not be
discouraged because they fail to appreciate one's efforts to give
them the atmosphere of the period. They will get the atmosphere
intuitively, or not at all.
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