London (England) -- Fiction; Theater -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"There’s a lot of limelight, if that’s what you mean; but the shade’s
all the darker for it. Oh, I can tell you the stage is a rotten place
if you’ve got no money or no friends or no chap at the back of you. I’m
not saying that for the sake of talking. It’s good enough for any one
like me. But when I see a blind man crossing the road I always wish I
could make him see, and as I’m not God Almighty the only thing I can do
is to give him a hand. That’s how I feel about you. The traffic’s
dangerous enough when you’ve got eyes in your head, like I have. It’s
all traffic on the stage. I suppose you think you’ll be able to look
after yourself? Well, you wait and see. There’ll be Mr. Johnnie at the
stage-door asking you to hop into his landaulette because the road’s
slippery or some such nonsense. But what’s the use of trying to
convince anybody? I can see I shan’t put you off the stage.... I’ll
help you to look for a room, unless—" Maggy’s volubility checked for a
moment. "—unless you’d like to chum with me. I’m just what you see.
Nothing hidden up my sleeve; no drink and no boy."
She saw Alexandra wince at her plain language, and watched her
anxiously. Hardly ever before had she sought the companionship of
another girl, nor could she quite understand the motive that was making
her do so now.
Her extreme candor certainly had a startling effect on Alexandra. She
had never met any one so outspoken. But she put the right construction
on Maggy’s frankness, recognized it as a manifestation of genuineness
and honesty, and succumbed to it as she had to the girl’s fascinating
vivacity. She was altogether drawn towards her. Again, Maggy stood to
her as the personification of the new life she had elected to make her
own.
Maggy was looking at her expectantly, looking and smiling. There was
something very compelling in her smile.
"I’d like to chum," said Alexandra impulsively.
III
When Maggy spoke of the stage she generally meant the Pall Mall Theater.
Just now it was in her thoughts more than any other, perhaps because she
had met Alexandra there, but also because she was inclined to think that
Alexandra and she had made a favorable impression on its stage-manager.
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