"Miss April is splendid, isn"t she?" said Edward Henry to Lady Woldo.
"Oh! My word, yes!" replied Lady Woldo, nicely, warmly, yet with a certain perfunctoriness. Edward Henry was astonished that everybody was not pa.s.sionately enthusiastic about the charm of Elsie"s performance. Then Lady Woldo added: "But what a part for Miss Euclid!
What a part for her!"
And there were murmurs of approbation.
Rose Euclid gazed at Edward Henry palely and weakly. He considered her much less effective here than in her box. But her febrile gaze was effective enough to produce in him the needle-stab again, the feeling of gloom, of pessimism, of being gradually overtaken by an unseen and mysterious avenger.
"Yes, indeed!" said he.
He thought to himself: "Now"s the time for me to behave like Edward Henry Machin, and teach these people a thing or two!" But he could not.
A pretty young girl summoned all her forces to address the great proprietor of the Regent, to whom, however, she had not been introduced, and with a charming nervous earnest lisp said:
"But don"t you think it"s a great play, Mr. Machin?"
"Of course!" he replied, inwardly employing the most fearful and shocking anathemas.
"We were sure _you_ would!"
The young people glanced at each other with the satisfaction of proved prophets.
"D"you know that not another manager has taken the trouble to come here!" said a second earnest young woman.
Edward Henry"s self-consciousness was now acute. He would have paid a ransom to be alone on a desert island in the Indian seas. He looked downwards, and noticed that all these bright eager persons, women and men, were wearing blue stockings or socks.
"Miss April is free now," said Marrier in his ear.
The next instant he was talking alone to Elsie in another corner while the rest of the room respectfully observed.
"So you deigned to come!" said Elsie April. "You did get my card."
A little paint did her no harm, and the accentuation of her eyebrows and lips and the calculated disorder of her hair were not more than her powerful effulgent physique could stand. In a costume of green and silver she was magnificent, overwhelmingly magnificent. Her varying voice and her glance at once sincere, timid and bold, produced the most singular sensations behind Edward Henry"s soft frilled shirt-front. And he thought that he had never been through any experience so disturbing and so fine as just standing in front of her.
"I ought to be saying nice things to her," he reflected. But, no doubt because he had been born in the Five Towns, he could not formulate in his mind a single nice thing.
"Well, what do you think of it?" she asked, looking full at him, and the glance too had a strange significance. It was as if she had said: "Are you a man, or aren"t you?"
"I think you"re splendid," he exclaimed.
"Now please!" she protested. "Don"t begin in that strain. I know I"m very good for an amateur--"
"But really! I"m not joking."
She shook her head.
"What do you think of my part for Rose? Wouldn"t she be tremendous in it? Wouldn"t she be tremendous?... What a chance!"
He was acutely uncomfortable, but even his discomfort was somehow a joy.
"Yes," he admitted. "Yes."
"Oh! Here"s Carlo Trent," said she.
He heard Trent"s triumphant voice, carrying the end of a conversation into the room: "If he hadn"t been going away," Carlo Trent was saying, "Pilgrim would have taken it. Pilgrim--"
The poet"s eyes met Edward Henry"s, and the sentence was never finished.
"How d"ye do, Machin?" murmured the poet.
Then a bell began to ring and would not stop.
"You"re staying for the reception afterwards?" said Elsie April as the room emptied.
"Is there one?"
"Of course."
It seemed to Edward Henry that they exchanged silent messages.
V
Some time after the last hexameter had rolled forth, and the curtain had finally fallen on the immense and rapturous success of Carlo Trent"s play in three acts and in verse, Edward Henry, walking about the crowded stage, where the reception was being held, encountered Elsie April, who was still in her gorgeous dress of green and silver.
She was chatting with Marrier, who instantly left her, thus displaying a discretion such as an employer would naturally expect from a factotum to whom he was paying three pounds a week.
Edward Henry"s heart began to beat in a manner which troubled him and made him wonder what could be happening at the back of the soft-frilled shirt front that he had obtained in imitation of Mr.
Seven Sachs.
"Not much elbow-room here!" he said lightly. He was very anxious to be equal to the occasion.
She gazed at him under her emphasized eyebrows. He noticed that there were little touches of red on her delightful nostrils.
"No," she answered with direct simplicity. "Suppose we try somewhere else?"
She turned her back on all the amiable and intellectual babble, descended three steps on the prompt side, and opened a door. The swish of her brocaded spreading skirt was loud and sensuous. He followed her into an obscure chamber in which several figures were moving to and fro and talking.
"What"s this place?" he asked. Involuntarily his voice was diminished to a whisper.
"It"s one of the discussion-rooms," said she. "It used to be a cla.s.sroom, I expect, before the Society took the buildings over. You see the theatre was the general schoolroom."
They sat down un.o.btrusively in an embrasure. None among the mysterious moving figures seemed to remark them.
"But why are they talking in the dark?" Edward Henry asked behind his hand.
"To begin with, it isn"t quite dark," she said. "There"s the light of the street-lamp through the window. But it has been found that serious discussions can be carried on much better without too much light....
I"m not joking." (It was as if in the gloom her ears had caught his faint sardonic smile.)