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from New York to help with the London production。
George Bevan turned the corner now； walking slowly； and； it seemed to Mac； gloomily towards the stage door。 He was a young man of about twenty…seven； tall and well knit； with an agreeable； clean…cut face； of which a pair of good and honest eyes were the most noticeable feature。 His sensitive mouth was drawn down a little at the corners； and he looked tired。
〃Morning； Mac。〃
〃Good morning； sir。〃
〃Anything for me？〃
〃Yes； sir。 Some telegrams。 I'll get 'em。 Oh； I'll GET 'em；〃 said Mac； as if reassuring some doubting friend and supporter as to his ability to carry through a labour of Hercules。
He disappeared into his glass case。 George Bevan remained outside in the street surveying the frisking children with a sombre glance。 They seemed to him very noisy； very dirty and very young。 Disgustingly young。 Theirs was joyous； exuberant youth which made a fellow feel at least sixty。 Something was wrong with George today； for normally he was fond of children。 Indeed； normally he was fond of most things。 He was a good…natured and cheerful young man； who liked life and the great majority of those who lived it contemporaneously with himself。 He had no enemies and many friends。
But today he had noticed from the moment he had got out of bed that something was amiss with the world。 Either he was in the grip of some divine discontent due to the highly developed condition of his soul； or else he had a grouch。 One of the two。 Or it might have been the reaction from the emotions of the previous night。 On the morning after an opening your sensitive artist is always apt to feel as if he had been dried over a barrel。
Besides； last night there had been a supper party after the performance at the flat which the edian of the troupe had rented in Jermyn Street； a forced； rowdy supper party where a number of tired people with over…strained nerves had seemed to feel it a duty to be artificially vivacious。 It had lasted till four o'clock when the morning papers with the notices arrived； and George had not got to bed till four…thirty。 These things colour the mental outlook。
Mac reappeared。
〃Here you are； sir。〃
〃Thanks。〃
George put the telegrams in his pocket。 A cat； on its way back from lunch； paused beside him in order to use his leg as a serviette。 George tickled it under the ear abstractedly。 He was always courteous to cats； but today he went through the movements perfunctorily and without enthusiasm。
The cat moved on。 Mac became conversational。
〃They tell me the piece was a hit last night； sir。〃
〃It seemed to go very well。〃
〃My Missus saw it from the gallery； and all the first…nighters was speaking very 'ighly of it。 There's a regular click； you know； sir； over here in London； that goes to all the first nights in the gallery。 'Ighly critical they are always。 Specially if it's an American piece like this one。 If they don't like it； they precious soon let you know。 My missus ses they was all speakin' very 'ighly of it。 My missus says she ain't seen a livelier show for a long time； and she's a great theatregoer。 My missus says they was all specially pleased with the music。〃
〃That's good。〃
〃The Morning Leader give it a fine write…up。 How was the rest of the papers？〃
〃Splendid； all of them。 I haven't seen the evening papers yet。 I came out to get them。〃
Mac looked down the street。
〃There'll be a rehearsal this afternoon； I suppose； sir？ Here's Miss Dore ing along。〃
George followed his glance。 A tall girl in a tailor…made suit of blue was ing towards them。 Even at a distance one caught the genial personality of the new arrival。 It seemed to go before her like a heartening breeze。 She picked her way carefully through the children crawling on the side walk。 She stopped for a moment and said something to one of them。 The child grinned。 Even the proprietor of the grocery store appeared to brighten up at the sight of her； as at the sight of some old friend。
〃How's business； Bill？〃 she called to him as she passed the spot where he stood brooding on the mortality of tomatoes。 And； though he replied 〃Rotten〃； a faint； grim smile did nevertheless flicker across his tragic mask。
Billie Dore； who was one of the chorus of George Bevan's musical edy； had an attractive face； a mouth that laughed readily； rather bright golden hair （which； she was fond of insisting with perfect truth； was genuine though appearances were against it）； and steady blue eyes。 The latter were frequently employed by her in quelling admirers who were encouraged by the former to bee too ardent。 Billie's views on the opposite sex who forgot themselves were as rigid as those of Lord Marshmoreton concerning thrips。 She liked men； and she would signify this liking in a practical manner by lunching and dining with them； but she was entirely self…supporting； and when men overlooked that fact she reminded them of it in no uncertain voice； for she was a girl of ready speech and direct。
〃'Morning； George。 'Morning； Mac。 Any mail？〃
〃I'll see； miss。〃
〃How did your better four…fifths like the show； Mac？〃
〃I was just telling Mr。 Bevan； miss； that the missus said she 'adn't seen a livelier show for a long time。〃
〃Fine。 I knew I'd be a hit。 Well； George； how's the boy this bright afternoon？〃
〃Limp and pessimistic。〃
〃That es of sitting up till four in the morning with festive hams。〃
〃You were up as late as I was； and you look like Little Eva after a night of sweet； childish slumber。〃
〃Yes； but I drank ginger ale； and didn't smoke eighteen cigars。 And yet； I don't know。 I think I must be getting old； George。 All…night parties seem to have lost their charm。 I was ready to quit at one o'clock； but it didn't seem matey。 I think I'll marry a farmer and settle down。〃
George was amazed。 He had not expected to find his present view of life shared in this quarter。
〃I was just thinking myself；〃 he said； feeling not for the first time how different Billie was from the majority of those with whom his profession brought him in contact； 〃how flat it all was。 The show business I mean； and these darned first nights； and the party after the show which you can't sidestep。 Something tells me I'm about through。〃
Billie Dore nodded。
〃Anybody with any sense is always about through with the show business。 I know I am。 If you think I'm wedded to my art； let me tell you I'm going to get a divorce the first chance that es along。 It's funny about the show business。 The way one drifts into it and sticks； I mean。 Take me； for example。 Nature had it all doped out for me to be the Belle of Hicks Corners。 What I ought to have done was to buy a gingham bonnet and milk cows。 But I would e to the great city and help brighten up the tired business man。〃
〃I didn't know you were fond of the country； Billie。〃
〃Me？ I wrote the words and music。 Didn't you know I was a country kid？ My dad ran a Bide a Wee Home for flowers； and I used to know them all by their middle names。 He was a nursery gardener out in Indiana。 I tell you； when I see a rose nowadays； I shake its hand and say： 'Well； well； Cyril； how's everything with you？ And how are Joe and Jack and Jimmy and all the rest of the boys at home？' Do you know how I used to put in my time the first few nights I was over here in London？ I used to hang around Covent Garden with my head back； sniffing。 The boys that mess about with the flowers there used to stub their toes on me so often that they got to look on me as part of the scenery。〃
〃That's where we ought to have been last night。〃
〃We'd have had a better time。 Say； George； did you see the awful mistake on Nature's part that Babe Sinclair showed up with towards the middle of the proceedings？ You must have noticed him； because he took up more room than any one man was entitled to。 His name was Spenser Gray。〃
George recalled having been introduced to a fat man of his own age who answered to that name。
〃It's a darned shame；〃 said Billie indignantly。 〃Babe is only a kid。 This is the first show she's been in。 And I happen to know there's an awfully nice boy over in New York crazy to marry her。 And I'm certain this gink is giving her a raw deal。 He tried to get hold of me about a week ago； but I turned him down hard； and I suppose he thinks Babe is easier。 And it's no good talking to her； she thinks he's wonderful。 That's another kick I have against the show business。 It seems to make girls such darned chumps。 Well； I wonder how much longer Mr。 Arbuckle is going to be retrieving my mail。 What ho； within there； Fatty！〃
Mac came out； apologetic； carrying letters。
〃Sorry； miss。 By an oversight I put you among the G's。〃
〃All's well that ends well。 'Put me among the G's。' There's a good title for a song for you； George。 Excuse me while I grapple with the correspondence。 I'll bet half of these are mash notes。 I got three between the first and second acts last night。 Why the nobility and gentry of this burg should think that I'm their affinity just because I've got golden hairwhich is perfectly genuine； Mac； I can show you the pedigreeand because I earn an honest living singing off the key； is more than I can understand。〃
Mac leaned his massive shoulders fortably against the building；