The Giant's Robe Part 56
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'Yes,' said Mark.
'Well, I must have it out with him, then. What does it matter what he says if we both contradict him? I think I shall be able to manage him; only, for Heaven's sake, keep cool, leave everything to me, try to be your usual self. Where is this rehearsal going on? Let us go there at once--you'll be wanted!'
Mark said no more just then; he led the way to the music-room, and then went himself to the part which was screened off as a green-room.
The music-room was a long high gallery, at one end of which the stage had been set up. There was a small audience of a dozen or so, who were mostly related to the performers, and admitted only because it had not been found practicable to keep them out. The rehearsal had just begun as Vincent entered.
It was much like most rehearsals, and would hardly lose its tediousness in description. There were constant interruptions and repet.i.tions, and most of the characters wore the air of people who had been induced to play a game they thought silly, but who were resolved to maintain their self-respect as long as possible; this appearance might be due to an artistic reserve of force in some cases, in others to nervousness, in nearly all to a limited knowledge of the lines they had to deliver, and all these causes would certainly be removed 'on the night,' because the actors said so themselves. Still, on that particular evening, they prevented the play from being seen to the best advantage.
It was not a good play, and as a dramatisation of 'Illusion' was worse than the most sanguine of Mrs. Featherstone's acquaintances could have foreseen; and yet, as Vincent stood and looked on from the background, he felt strangely stirred when Mabel was on the stage. She, at least, had too intense a sympathy with her part to be able to walk through it, even at a rehearsal, though it would have been absurd to exert her full powers under the circ.u.mstances.
But there were moments in the later scenes (which even Mrs.
Featherstone had not been able to deprive of all power or pathos) when Mabel was carried away by the emotion she had to represent, and the anguish in her face and low ringing tones went to Vincent's heart, as he thought how soon it might become a terrible reality.
He could scarcely bear to see her there simulating a sorrow which was nothing to that which might be coming upon her, and from which all his devotion might not save her this time. He was impatient to meet Caffyn and find out what he knew, and how he might be silenced; but Caffyn was on the stage continually, in his capacity of stage manager, and Vincent was forced to wait until his opportunity should present itself.
It was a relief to him when the rehearsal, after dragging on through three long acts, came to a premature close, owing to the lateness of the hour and a decided preference on the part of the younger members of the company for the dancing which had been promised later as a bribe, and which they had no intention of sacrificing to a fourth act--for art must not be too long with amateurs.
The room was being cleared accordingly, when Vincent saw his hostess coming with Caffyn in his direction, and heard her say, 'Well, I _will_ ask Mr. Holroyd then if you wish it!' She seemed excited and annoyed, and he thought Caffyn's face bore an odd expression of triumph. He waited for the question with a heavy antic.i.p.ation.
'Mr. Caffyn tells me you're quite an authority,' began Mrs.
Featherstone (she had not yet found herself able to mention him as 'Harold'). 'You heard our little discussion about the close of that third act, just now? Now do tell me, how did it strike _you_?'
This appeal was an unexpected relief to him; he protested that he was not qualified to express any opinion.
'Now really,' said Caffyn, 'that won't quite do; we know how interested you are in the book.'
'We are so grateful for the least little hint,' simpered Mrs.
Featherstone, 'and it is so useful to know how a scene strikes just the ordinary observer, you know; so if you did notice anything, don't, _please_, be afraid to mention it!'
Vincent had told himself that in going there he would be able to put away all personal a.s.sociation with the play; he had given the book up once and for all, he only desired to see Mabel once as his lost heroine. But nature had proved too strong for him after all: the feebleness of this dramatic version had vexed his instincts as creator more than he was willing to believe, and when in this very closing scene the strongest situation in the book had been ruined by the long and highly unnecessary tirade which had been a.s.signed to the hero, Vincent's philosophy had been severely shaken.
And so at this, some impulse, too strong for all other considerations, possessed him to do what he could to remove that particular blemish at least--it was not wise, but it was absolutely disinterested.
He suggested that a shorter and simpler sentence at the critical moment might prove more effective than a long set speech.
Mrs. Featherstone smiled an annoyed little smile. 'You don't quite understand the point,' she said. 'There was no question about the _text_--I had no idea of altering that: we are merely in doubt as to the various positions at the fall of the curtain!'
'I'm afraid I've no suggestions to make, then,' said Vincent, not without some inward heat.
'Oh, but,' put in Caffyn, and his lip curled with malicious enjoyment, 'give us an idea of the short simple sentence you would subst.i.tute--it's easy enough to make a general criticism of that sort.'
'Yes, indeed,' said Mrs. Featherstone. 'That is only fair, Mr.
Holroyd!'
If he had been cooler he might have resisted what was obviously a challenge from the enemy, but just then he had lost some of his usual self-control. 'Something of this kind,' he said, and gave the line he had originally written.
'Now that is very funny,' said Mrs. Featherstone, icily. 'Really. Why, do you know, my dear Mr. Holroyd, that the speech you find such fault with happens to be just _the_ one I took entire from the book itself!'
And it was in fact one of Mark's improvements.
Vincent then saw for the first time that Mabel had joined the group, and he was angry with himself for his folly.
'Where has Ashburn got to? We _must_ tell him that!' cried Caffyn.
'That distinguished man has been keeping out of the way all the evening. There he is over there in the corner!' and he gave him a sign that he was wanted. No one had seen Mark for some little time, and he had interfered very little during the rehearsal. Now as he came towards them he looked shaken and ill.
'My dear fellow,' said Caffyn, 'this presumptuous man here has been suggesting that your immortal dialogue wants cutting badly. Crush him!'
'He has every right to his opinion,' said Mark, with an effort.
'Ah,' said Caffyn with a keen appreciation of the situation, 'but just explain your views to him, Holroyd. He _may_ think there's something in them!'
'It is a pity,' said Mabel, 'that Mark's book should have been without the advantage of Mr. Holroyd's a.s.sistance so long!'
She was the more angry with Vincent because she felt that he was right.
'I don't think I quite deserved that,' said Vincent, sadly. 'If my opinion had not been asked I should not have ventured to criticise; and, now that I know that I have the book against me, of course I have nothing more to say. _You_ seem to have misunderstood me a little,' he added, looking straight at Caffyn. 'If you can give me a minute I could easily explain all I meant.'
Caffyn understood. 'In private, I suppose?' he suggested softly, as he drew Vincent a little aside. 'I thought as much,' said Caffyn, as the other a.s.sented; 'they're going to dance here. Come up on the stage: it's clear now, and the rag's down.'
He led the way up the wooden steps by the proscenium, pushed aside the gold-and-crimson hangings, and they were in comparative darkness and absolute privacy immediately.
'Now,' began Vincent, 'you had some object in saying what you did down there. What was it?'
Caffyn had seated himself on the edge of a table which had been rolled into a corner with some other stage furniture. He smiled with much sweetness as he replied, 'I say, you know, we'd better come to the point. I know all about it!'
Only the pressing need of discovering the full extent of the other's information kept Vincent from some outburst.
'What do you know?' he demanded.
'Well,' said Caffyn, 'I know that you are the real pig, so to speak, and that miserable humbug Ashburn's only the squeak.'
'You mean you think you know that--what is your authority?'
'Now,' protested Caffyn, in a tone of injury, 'do you think I should venture on a bold statement like that without anything to back my opinion?'
'And if Ashburn and I both deny your bold statement--what becomes of it?'
'Ashburn has not denied it, and if he did I could put my hand on some written evidence which would go a long way to settle the question.'
'I should like to see your evidence,' said Vincent.
'I was sure you would,' said Caffyn, 'but I don't happen to have it here; in fact, the papers which contain it are in the charge of a very dear friend of mine, who chanced to discover them.'
Vincent did not believe him.
'Perhaps you can describe them?' he asked quickly.
'Aha!' said Caffyn, 'I've made you sit up, as they say across the water. Oh, I'll give you every information. Those papers are of interest to the collector of literary curiosities as being beyond a doubt the original rough draft of that remarkable work "Illusion,"
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