Etta promised to do so, and having taken them to lunch, as she
promised, she found herself, at four o'clock of the afternoon, in the
elegant office wherein the great Charles Izard did his business. Then
she remembered with what awe and trepidation she had entered that
sanctum upon her first business visit to London. How different it was
to-day, and yet how unreal still! The little man had the morning and
evening papers properly displayed upon his immense writing table; and,
when Etta came in, he wheeled up a chair for her with all the ceremony
with which he was capable.
"Why, now," he said, "what did I tell you? Afraid of the newspapers,
eh? Well, there they are, my dear. Don't tell me you haven't read
'em, for I shouldn't believe you."
Etta admitted that she might have glanced at them.
"Every one seems very kind to me," she said. "I wish they had spoken
as well of the play; but I suppose they must find fault with something.
I know so little about these things, Mr. Izard."
"Then you'll soon learn, my dear. As for what they say about the play,
that don't matter two cents while the business keeps up. We'll take
$9,000 this week or I know nothing about it. Let the newspapers enjoy
themselves while they can. They've been kind enough to you; but you're
clever enough to understand the advantages my name gives you. Produce
that play at any other house and let any other man bill it and they'd
have the notices up in a fortnight. But they'll take just what I give
'em, because I know just what they want and how they want it. That's
how we're going to do business together. You can earn good money with
me and I can find you the plays. My cards are all on the table; I'll
sign a three years' engagement here and now and pay you a hundred
dollars a week--that's £20 sterling, English money. If you want to
think it over, take your own time. You've a good deal of talent for
the stage, and my theatre is going to make you--that's what you've to
say to yourself, 'Charles Izard will produce me and his name spells
money.' As I say, take your own time to think it over. And don't
forget you are the first woman in all my life to whom I have offered a
hundred dollars a week on a first engagement."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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