My Actor-Husband: A true story of American stage lifeAnonymous
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My Actor-Husband: A true story of American stage life
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Actors -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; Theater -- Moral and ethical aspects -- Fiction
"If you will pardon this somewhat unconventional method of making
your acquaintance, my dear Mr. Hartley, I shall be most happy to
have you join me at tea, after the matinée, at Sherry's (other
drinkables not excluded). I was present at the opening night of
your play, and was quite carried away by your splendid acting.
Where _did_ you learn to make love? I have occupied the right hand
proscenium box every Saturday matinée since the opening. Isn't that
a proof of my devotion? Do I flatter myself that I have caught your
eye once or twice as the curtain falls? I invariably dress in black
and wear gardenias. If you are interested, you will have no
difficulty in identifying me. For family reasons I withhold my name
for the present. Do come, Mr. Hartley."
As I folded the letter and replaced it in its cover, I recalled that
Will _had_ glanced towards the right hand proscenium box several times.
"I think I'll put you on a car and send you home," began Will, but
something in his voice belied his words, and I made him an impudent
_moué_. "How do you like being married to a matinée idol?" Will asked,
giving the final touch to his dress.
I did not reply; I was asking myself the same question.
CHAPTER V
Will made friends easily. Perhaps it were better to use the word
"acquaintances." At any rate it was not long until he received more
invitations than he could accept. He was called on to give his services
for charitable purposes, but I noticed these hostesses never received
him in their homes. It must be said that Will rarely accepted an
invitation which did not include me, though I often realized I was
invited as a necessary evil. After supper the guests invariably played
poker, and I knew nothing about cards. The late hours sapped my
strength, and my boy always wakened early in the morning. Sometimes the
suppers were held at a well-known restaurant, like Rector's or Martin's.
I had not the proper clothes for such occasions; it was imperative that
Will dressed well, and I did not want it said that his wife was shabby.
The other women wore wonderful gowns and much jewellery.
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