London (England) -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
'Very well, perhaps it is. What a curious, eccentric man the governor
is! No other man would make such extraordinary conditions. Look here,
you can write for me, Edith dear, and say I accept the arrangement, and
I'm awfully obliged and grateful and all that. You'll know how to put
it. It's a great nuisance though, for I was thinking of giving up the
whole of tomorrow to rehearsing--and chucking the office. And now I
can't. It's very awkward.'
'Well, I'll write for you, though you certainly ought to do it yourself,
but I shall say you are going to see them, and you will--next Sunday,
won't you?'
'Sunday would be rather an awkward day. I've made a sort of vague
engagement. However, if you insist, very well.'
'I can't quite understand,' said Edith, after a pause, 'how it is that
the rehearsals take so long now. Yesterday you said you had to begin at
eleven and it wasn't over till half-past four. And yet you have only two
or three words to say in the second act and to announce someone in
the first.'
'Ah, you don't understand, my dear. One has to be there the whole time
so as to get into the spirit of the thing. Rehearsals sometimes take
half the night; especially when you're getting to the end. You just stop
for a minute or two for a little food, and then start again. Yesterday,
for instance, it was just like that.'
'Where did you lunch?'
'Oh, I and one or two of the other men looked in at the Carlton.'
'It can't have taken a minute or two. It's a good distance from Victoria
Street.'
'I know, but we went in the Mitchells' motor. It took no time. And then
we rushed back, and went on rehearsing. _How_ we work!'
'And what were you going to do tomorrow?'
He hesitated. 'Oh, tomorrow? Well, now, after this promise to the
governor, I shan't be able to get there till half-past four. I should
have liked to get there by twelve. And it's very awkward indeed, because
Miss Flummerfelt asked me to take her out to lunch, and I half promised.
In fact, I could hardly get out of it.'
'She asked you to take her alone?'
'Oh, in a thing like this you all become such pals and comrades; you
don't stop to think about chaperones and things. Besides, of course, I
meant to ask you to join us.'
'Very sweet of you.'
'There's the post,' remarked Bruce.
He went out into the little hall. Edith went with him.
'Who is your letter from?' asked Edith, as they went back.
Bruce blushed a little.
'It _looks_ something like Miss Flummerfelt's handwriting.'
'Oh, do show me the letter!' said Edith, as he seemed about, having read
it, to put it in the fire. He was obliged to allow her to take it, and
she read:--
'Dear Mr Ottley,
'It's very kind of you to ask me to lunch tomorrow, but I can't possibly
manage it. I'm engaged tomorrow, besides which I never go out anywhere
without my mother.
'Yours sincerely,
'Elsa Flummerfelt.'
Edith smiled. 'That's fortunate,' she said. 'After all, you won't have
the awkwardness of putting her off. What a good thing.'
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