Such is a specimen of the incidents which were continually happening.
However, as the first night approached, the condition of affairs improved a little, and Henry saw with satisfaction that the resemblance of Prince"s Theatre to a lunatic asylum was more superficial than real.
Also, the tone of the newspapers in referring to the imminent production convinced even John Pilgrim that Henry was perhaps not quite an ordinary author. John Pilgrim cancelled a proof of a poster which he had already pa.s.sed, and ordered a double-crown, thus:
LOVE IN BABYLON.
A PLAY IN ONE ACT, FOUNDED ON
HENRY SHAKSPERE KNIGHT"S
FAMOUS NOVEL.
BY
HENRY SHAKSPERE KNIGHT AND ALFRED DOXEY.
ENID ANSTRUTHER--MISS JANE MAP.
Geraldine met Jane, and asked her to tea at the flat. And Geraldine hired a brougham at thirty pounds a month. From that day Henry"s reception at the theatre was all that he could have desired, and more than any mere author had the right to expect. At the final rehearsals, in the absence of John Pilgrim, his word was law. It was whispered in the green-room that he earned ten thousand a year by writing things called novels. "Well, dear old pal," said one old actor to another old actor, "it takes all sorts to make a world. But ten thousand! Johnny himself don"t make more than that, though he spends more."
The mischief was that Henry"s digestion, what with the irregular hours and the irregular drinks, went all to pieces.
"You don"t _look_ nervous, Harry," said Geraldine when he came into the drawing-room before dinner on the evening of the production.
"Nervous?" said Henry. "Of course I"m not."
"Then, why have you forgotten to brush your hair, dearest?" she asked.
He glanced in a mirror. Yes, he had certainly forgotten to brush his hair.
"Sheer coincidence," he said, and ate a hearty meal.
Geraldine drove to the theatre. She was to meet there Mrs. Knight and Aunt Annie, in whose b.r.e.a.s.t.s pride and curiosity had won a tardy victory over the habits of a lifetime; they had a stage-box. Henry remarked that it was a warm night and that he preferred to walk; he would see them afterwards.
No one could have been more surprised than Henry, when he arrived at Prince"s Theatre, to discover that he was incapable of entering that edifice. He honestly and physically tried to go in by the stage-door, but he could not, and, instead of turning within, he kept a straight course along the footpath. It was as though an invisible barrier had been raised to prevent his ingress.
"Never mind!" he said. "I"ll walk to the Circus and back again, and then I"ll go in."
He walked to the Circus and back again, and once more failed to get himself inside Prince"s Theatre.
"This is the most curious thing that ever happened to me," he thought, as he stood for the second time in Piccadilly Circus. "Why the devil can"t I go into that theatre? I"m not nervous. I"m not a bit nervous."
It was so curious that he felt an impulse to confide to someone how curious it was.
Then he went into the Criterion bar and sat down. The clock showed seventeen minutes to nine. His piece was advertised to start at eight-thirty precisely. The Criterion Bar is never empty, but it has its moments of la.s.situde, and seventeen minutes to nine is one of them.
After an interval a waiter slackly approached him.
"Brandy-and-soda!" Henry ordered, well knowing that brandy-and-soda never suited him.
He glanced away from the clock, repeated "Punch, brothers, punch with care," twenty times, recited "G.o.d save the Queen," took six small sips at the brandy-and-soda, and then looked at the clock again, and it was only fourteen minutes to nine. He had guessed it might be fourteen minutes to ten.
He caught the eye of a barmaid, and she seemed to be saying to him sternly: "If you think you can occupy this place all night on a ninepenny drink, you are mistaken. Either you ought to order another or hook it." He braved it for several more ages, then paid, and went; and still it was only ten minutes to nine. All mundane phenomena were inexplicably contorted that night. As he was pa.s.sing the end of the short street which contains the stage-door of Prince"s Theatre, a man, standing at the door on the lookout, hailed him loudly. He hesitated, and the man--it was the doorkeeper--flew forward and seized him and dragged him in.
"Drink this, Mr. Knight," commanded the doorkeeper.
"I"m all right," said Henry. "What"s up?"
"Yes, I know you"re all right. Drink it."
And he drank a whisky-and-soda.
"Come upstairs," said the doorkeeper. "You"ll be wanted, Mr. Knight."
As he approached the wings of the stage, under the traction of the breathless doorkeeper, he was conscious of the falling of the curtain, and of the noisiest noise beyond the curtain that he had ever heard.
"Here, Mr. Knight, drink this," said someone in his ear. "Keep steady.
It"s nothing."
And he drank a gla.s.s of port.
His overcoat was jerked off by a mysterious agency.
The noise continued to be terrible: it rose and fell like the sea.
Then he was aware of Jane Map rushing towards him and of Jane Map kissing him rapturously on the mouth. "Come _on_," cried Jane Map, and pulled him by the hand, helter-skelter, until they came in front of a blaze of light and the noise crashed at his ears.
"I"ve been through this before somewhere," he thought, while Jane Map wrung his hand. "Was it in a previous existence? No. The Alhambra!" What made him remember the Alhambra was the figure of little Doxey sheepishly joining himself and Jane. Doxey, with a disastrous lack of foresight, had been in the opposite wing, and had had to run round the stage in order to come before the curtain. Doxey"s share in the triumph was decidedly less than half....
"No," Henry said later, with splendid calm, when Geraldine, Jane, Doxey, and himself were drinking champagne in Jane"s Empire dressing-room, "it wasn"t nervousness. I don"t quite know what it was."
He gathered that the success had been indescribable.
Jane radiated bliss.
"I tell you what, old man," said Doxey: "we must adapt _The Plague-Spot_, eh?"
"We"ll see about that," said Henry.
Two days afterwards Henry arose from a bed of pain, and was able to consume a little tea and dry toast. Geraldine regaled his spiritual man with the press notices, which were tremendous. But more tremendous than the press notices was John Pilgrim"s decision to put _Love in Babylon_ after the main piece in the bill of Prince"s Theatre. _Love in Babylon_ was to begin at the honourable hour of ten-forty in future, for the benefit of the stalls and the dress-circle.
"Have you thought about Mr. Doxey"s suggestion?" Geraldine asked him.
"Yes," said Henry; "but I don"t quite see the point of it."
"Don"t see the point of it, sweetheart?" she protested, stroking his dressing-gown. "But it would be bound to be a frightful success, after this."