John had been gazing at Miss Hamilton with a mute appeal to save him while his brother-in-law was talking; she, however, bending lower every moment to hide her mirth made no attempt to show him a way of escape and John had to rely upon his own efforts.
"Wouldn"t it be better," he suggested, mildly, "to submit your play to a manager before we--before you try to put it on yourself? I have never invested any money in my own plays, and really I...."
"My dear John, far be it from me to appear to cast the least slur--to speak in the faintest way at all slightingly of your plays, but I do not quite see the point of the comparison. Your plays--excellent as they are, most excellent--are essentially commercial transactions. My play is not a commercial transaction."
"Then why should I be invited to lose my money over it?"
Laurence smiled compa.s.sionately.
"I thought you would be glad of the opportunity to show a disinterested appreciation of art. In years to come you will be proud to think that you were one of the first to give practical evidence of your belief in _Thomas_."
"But perhaps I"m just as skeptical as your hero was. I may not believe in your play"s immortality."
Laurence frowned.
"Come, my dear fellow, this is being petty. We are all counting on you.
You wouldn"t like to hear it said that out of jealousy you had tried to suppress a rival dramatist. But I must not let my indignation run away with me, and you must forgive my heat. I am overstrained. The magnitude of the subject has almost been too much for me. Besides, I should have explained at once that I intended to invest in _Thomas_ all that is left of my own little capital. Yes, I am even ready to do that. Then I shall spend a year as an actor, after which I shall indulge my more worldly self by writing a few frankly commercial plays before I begin my next great tragedy ent.i.tled _Paul_."
John decided that his brother-in-law had gone mad; unable to think of any action more effective at such a crisis, he rang the bell. But when Maud came to inquire his need he could not devise anything to tell her except that Mr. Armitage was staying to lunch.
It was a most uncomfortable meal, because Miss Hamilton in order to keep herself from laughing aloud had to be preternaturally grave, and John himself was in a continuous state of nervous irritation at Laurence, who would let everything on his plate grow cold while he droned on without a pause about the simplicity of the best art. It was more than tantalizing to watch him gradually build up a mouthful upon his fork, still talking; slowly raise it to his lips, still talking; and wave the overloaded fork to and fro before him, still talking. But it was an agony to watch the carefully acc.u.mulated mouthful drop back bit by bit upon his plate, until at last very slowly and still talking he would insert one cold and tiny morsel into his patient mouth, so tiny a morsel that the mastication of it did not prevent him from still talking.
"I"m afraid you"re not enjoying your lunch," his host said.
"Don"t wait for me, my dear fellow; when I am interested in something else I cannot gobble my food. Though in any case," he added in a resigned voice, "I shall have indigestion. One cannot write plays like _Thomas_ without exposing oneself to the ills that flesh is heir to."
After lunch, much to John"s relief, his brother-in-law announced that he had an appointment with Eleanor and would therefore be unable to stay even long enough to smoke a cigar.
"Yes," he said. "Eleanor and I are going to interview one or two of her theatrical friends. No doubt I shall soon be able to proclaim myself a rogue and a vagabond. Yes, yes, poor Edith was quite distressed this morning when I told her that jestingly. However, she will be happy to hear to-night when I get back that her brother has been so large."
"Eh?"
"Not that Edith expected him to be otherwise. No, no, my dear fellow, Edith has a most exalted opinion of you, which indeed I share, if I may be permitted so to do. Good-by, John, and many thanks. Who knows? Our little lunch may become a red-letter day in the calendar of English dramatic art. Let me see, the tube-station is on the left as I go out?
Good-by, John; I wish I could stay the night with you, but I have a cheap day-ticket which forbids any extension of my plans."
When John got back to the library he turned in bewilderment to his secretary.
"Look here. I surely never gave him the least idea that I was going to back his confounded play, did I?"
"On the contrary, you made it perfectly clear that you were not."
"I"m glad to hear you say so, because he has gone away from here apparently under the delusion that I am. He"ll brag about it to Eleanor this afternoon, and before I know where I am she will be asking me to set George up with a racing-stable."
Eleanor did not go as far as that, but she did write to John and point out that the present seemed a suitable moment to deal with the question of George"s health by sending him on a voyage round the world. She added that for herself she asked nothing; but John had an uneasy impression that it was only in the belief that he who asks not to him shall it be given.
"Take down two letters, please, Miss Hamilton," he said, grimly.
DEAR LAURENCE,--I am afraid that you went away yesterday afternoon under a misapprehension. I do _not_ see my way to offer any financial contribution toward the production of your play. I myself pa.s.sed a long apprenticeship before I was able to get one of my plays acted, and I do not think that you can expect to do otherwise. Do not imagine that I am casting any doubts upon the excellence of _Thomas_. If it is as good as you claim, you will have your reward without any help from me. Your idea of getting acquainted with the practical side of the stage is a good one. If you are not already engaged in the autumn, I think I can offer you one of the minor bishops in _Joan of Arc_.
Your affectionate brother-in-law,
JOHN TOUCHWOOD.
DEAR ELEANOR,--I must say decidedly that I do not perceive any likelihood of George"s health deriving much benefit from a voyage round the world. If he is threatened with sleeping sickness, it would be rash to expose him to a tropical climate. If he is suffering from a sluggish liver, he will get no benefit from lolling about in smoking-saloons, whatever the lat.i.tude and longitude. I have repeatedly helped George with his schemes to earn a living for himself and he has never failed to squander my money upon capricious race-horses. You know that I am always willing to come forward on behalf of Bertram and Viola; but their father must show signs of helping himself before I do anything more for him. I am sorry that I cannot offer you a good part in _Joan of Arc_; there is really nothing to suit you for I presume you would not care to accept the part of Joan"s mother. However, it has now been decided to produce _Lucretia_ in April and I shall do my best to persuade Grohmann to offer you a part in that.
Your affectionate brother-in-law,
JOHN TOUCHWOOD.
John did not receive an answer to either of these letters, and out of an atmosphere of pained silence he managed to conjure optimistically an idea that Laurence and Eleanor had realized the justice of his point of view.
"You do agree with me that they were going too far?" he asked Miss Hamilton; but she declined to express an opinion.
"What"s the good of having a confidential secretary, if I can"t ask her advice about confidential matters?" he grumbled.
"Are you dissatisfied with me?"
"No, no, no. I"m not dissatisfied. What an exaggeration of my remark!
I"m simply a little puzzled by your att.i.tude. It seems to me--I may be wrong--that instead of ... well, at first you were always perfectly ready to talk about my relations and about me, whereas now you won"t talk about anything except Joan of Arc. I"m really getting quite bored with Joan of Arc."
"I was only an amateur when I began," she laughed. "Now I"m beginning to be professional."
"I think it"s a great mistake," said John, decidedly. "Suppose I insist upon having your advice?"
"You"d find that dictation bears two meanings in English, to only one of which are you ent.i.tled under the terms of our contract."
"Look here, have I done anything to offend you?" he asked, pathetically.
But she would not be moved and held her pencil so conspicuously ready that the author was impaled upon it before he could escape and was soon hard at work dictating his first arrangement of the final scene in a kind of indignant absent-mindedness.
Soon after this John received a note from Sir Percy Mortimer, asking if he could spare time to visit the great actor-manager some evening in the course of the current week. Between nine-thirty and ten was indicated as a suitable time, inasmuch as Sir Percy would then be in his dressing-room gathering the necessary momentum to knock down all the emotional fabric carefully built up in the first two acts by the most cunning of contemporary dramatists. Sir Percy Mortimer, whose name was once Albert Snell, could command anybody, so it ought not to have been remarkable that John rather fl.u.s.tered by the invitation made haste to obey. Yet, he must have been aware of an implied criticism in Miss Hamilton"s smile, which flashed across her still deep eyes like a sunny wind, for he murmured, apologetically:
"We poor writers of plays must always wait upon our masters."
He tried to convey that Sir Percy was only a mortal like himself, but he failed somehow to eliminate the deep-rooted respect, almost it might be called awe of the actor that was perceptible under the a.s.sumed carelessness of the author.
"You see, it may be that he is anxious to hear some of my plans for the near future," he added.
If Sir Percy Mortimer was impressive in the smoking-room of the Garrick Club as himself, he was dumbfounding in his dressing-room as Lord Claridge, the amba.s.sador, about to enter Princess Thingumabobski"s salon and with diplomatic wiles and smiles to settle the future of several couples, incidentally secure for himself the heart and hand of a young heiress. His evening-dress had achieved an immaculation that even Ouida never dreamed of; he wore the Grand Cross of the Victorian Order with as easy an a.s.surance as his father had worn the insignia of a local friendly society in Birmingham; he was the quintessential diplomat of girlish dreams, and it was not surprising that women were ready to remove even their hats to see him perform at matinees.
"Ah, it"s very good of you to look me up, my dear fellow. I have just a quarter-of-an-hour. G.o.dfrey!" He turned to address his valet, who might have been a cardinal driven by an ecclesiastical crisis like the spread of Modernism into attendance upon an actor.
"Sir Percy?"