One of the things that tried him most severely was the timidity of
those who should have been his best supporters. The clergy with a few
noteworthy exceptions fulminated against the evil plays but failed
to support the good. He knew that hundreds of them would troop to
Washington’s theatre when they went to London, but they were generally
conspicuous by their absence from the theatres in their own towns
where their presence might really have done much good. Personally they
respected him and spoke of him in warm terms, but very few of them
at all understood how hard a fight this man was making in a time of
exceptional difficulty, or how bitter it was to him when those, from
whom he reasonably expected much, held aloof.
It was quite the end of September when the Macneillie Company found
themselves once more at Liverpool. They were giving the plays they
had performed at Stratford during the Memorial week, and this made
Macneillie feel the loss of Ralph more acutely than ever. To turn
straight from a pupil who had been extraordinarily receptive, always
good-humoured, always ready to study, and grudging no pains in the
effort to please his instructor and conquer his own faults, to a man of
exactly the opposite type, was hard indeed. It was all the more annoying
to Macneillie because Ralph’s successor had excellent abilities but
was cursed with the conviction that he already knew everything a little
better than the Manager; he had moreover been born with one of those
touchy and wayward natures that are so hard to deal with. He lived in
a perpetual state of taking offence, and though Macneillie apparently
ignored this and went quietly on his way, it nevertheless chafed him a
good deal.
Then, too, all the many vicissitudes of a travelling company--the
illness of one, the quarrels of another--seemed to worry him more now
that he was alone and had no one to discuss things with. The very rooms
he occupied in Seymour Street were full of memories to him; he had
stayed there more than once with Ralph and Evereld, it had been there
that they had first come to him after their marriage, and the place
looked horribly blank without them.
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