"I expect he’s a wealthy chap in his old age," said Edward Henry.
"Wealthy!" exclaimed Mr. Sachs. "He’s the richest actor in America, and
that’s saying in the world. He had the greatest reputation. He’s still
the handsomest man in the United States--that’s admitted--with his white
hair! They used to say he was the cruellest, but it’s not so. Though
of course he could be a perfect terror with his companies."
"And so you knew Archibald Florance?"
"You bet I did. He never had any friends--never--but I knew him as well
as anybody could. Why, in San Francisco, after the show, I’ve walked
with him back to his hotel, and he’s walked with me back to mine, and so
on, and so on, till three or four o’clock in the morning. You see, we
couldn’t stop until it happened that he finished a cigar at the exact
moment when we got to his hotel door. If the cigar wasn’t finished,
then he must needs stroll back a bit, and before I knew where I was he’d
be lighting a fresh one. He smoked the finest cigars in America. I
remember him telling me they cost him three dollars apiece."
And Edward Henry then perceived another profound truth, his second
cardinal discovery on that notable evening; namely, that no matter how
high you rise, you will always find that others have risen higher. Nay,
it is not until you have achieved a considerable peak that you are able
to appreciate the loftiness of those mightier summits. He himself was
high, and so he could judge the greater height of Seven Sachs; and it
was only through the greater height of Seven Sachs that he could form an
adequate idea of the pinnacle occupied by the unique Archibald Florance.
Honestly, he had never dreamt that there existed a man who habitually
smoked twelve-shilling cigars--and yet he reckoned to know a thing or
two about cigars!
"I am nothing!" he thought modestly. Nevertheless, though the savour of
the name of Archibald Florance was agreeable, he decided that he had
heard enough for the moment about Archibald Florance, and that he would
relate to Mr. Sachs the famous episode of his own career in which the
Countess of Chell and a mule had so prominently performed.
"I remember--" he recommenced.
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