The smile left Jacob's face as though some one had hit him. He slipped
down the board until he came near to sitting on the pavement. Speech
did not immediately assist him, and he could mutter nothing else but
the mystic and entirely irrelevant phrase, "D--n my uncle!" which he
continued to repeat until he had scrambled to his feet and doffed his
carpenter's cap.
"Good Lord, Miss Romney, if you'd have said so, why, I'd have pulled
the theatre down for ye, and willing. Mr. Izard now--he won't be glad
neither. 'Briggs,' says he to me, 'she'll come back some day just as
sure as Mrs. Briggs'--but that's neither here nor there, miss. He's
over at the tavern now and Mr. Lacombe with him. Let me say the word
and he'll come back in a fire-engine----"
Evelyn protested that she did not desire the word to be said; but would
wait in the auditorium and announce herself to the great man.
Understanding that the "tavern" really meant the Carlton Hotel and that
there was a rehearsal of a new and modern play at two o'clock, she
entered the theatre and sat, her veil undrawn, in the wings, whereby
from time to time the acquaintances of old time must pass her. So dark
was it that she feared no recognition. Those who came in and out,
pinched girls who had lunched off a sponge-cake and a cup of cocoa;
heavy-jowled men whose mid-day refreshment had been distilled from
juniper; sleek youths with a new rendering of Hamlet in their
pockets--the success, the fortunes, the hopes, the disappointments of
each chained his tongue and directed his eyes to that man or woman
alone who had the patience and the good-nature to hear a recital of
them. None paid attention to Evelyn, or as much as remarked her
presence in the sombre light. Even little Dulcie Holmes passed her by
unnoticed; and as for the melancholy Lucy Grey, she was too full of her
own troubles so much as to think of anyone else's. "I wish I were
dead," she had just said to Dulcie--and this was as much as to say, "I
have no part in the new play, and God knows how I shall pay for my
lodging."
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