A Great Man Part 32
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'Oh yes, dearest. I _know_ you did,' Geraldine said eagerly.
'You think I'd better alter it?'
Geraldine glanced at the floor. 'You see,' she murmured, 'Stendhal was a really great writer.'
He started, shocked. She had spoken in such a way that he could not be sure whether she meant, 'Stendhal was a really _great_ writer,' or, '_Stendhal_ was a _really_ great writer.' If the former, he did not mind, much. But if the latter--well, he thought uncomfortably of what Tom had said to him in the train. And he perceived again, and more clearly than ever before, that there was something in Geraldine which baffled him--something which he could not penetrate, and never would penetrate.
'Suppose I call it _Black and Red_? Will that do?' he asked forlornly.
'It would do,' she answered; 'but it doesn't sound so well.'
'I've got it!' he cried exultantly. 'I've got it! _The Plague-Spot._ Monte Carlo the plague-spot of Europe, you know.'
'Splendid!' she said with enthusiasm. 'You are always magnificent at t.i.tles.'
And it was universally admitted that he was.
The book had been triumphantly finished, and the ma.n.u.script delivered to Macalistairs via Mark Snyder, and the huge cheque received under cover of a letter full of compliments on Henry's achievement. Macalistairs announced that their _Magazine_ would shortly contain the opening chapters of Mr. Henry Shakspere Knight's great romance, _The Plague-Spot_, which would run for one year, and which combined a tremendous indictment of certain phases of modern life with an original love-story by turns idyllic and dramatic. _Gordon's Monthly_ was serializing the novel in America. About this time, an interview with Henry, suggested by Sir Hugh Macalistair himself, appeared in an important daily paper. 'It is quite true,' said Henry in the interview, 'that I went to Monte Carlo to obtain first-hand material for my book.
The stories of my breaking the bank there, however, are wildly exaggerated. Of course, I played a little, in order to be able to put myself in the place of my hero. I should explain that I was in Monte Carlo with my cousin, Mr. Dolbiac, the well-known sculptor and painter, who was painting portraits there. Mr. Dolbiac is very much at home in Parisian artistic society, and he happened to introduce me to a famous French lady singer who was in Monte Carlo at the time. This lady and I found ourselves playing at the same table. From time to time I put down her stakes for her; that was all. She certainly had an extraordinary run of luck, but the bank was actually broken at last by the united bets of a number of people. That is the whole story, and I'm afraid it is much less exciting and picturesque than the rumours which have been flying about. I have never seen the lady since that day.'
Then his marriage had filled the air.
At an early stage in the preparations for that event his mother and Aunt Annie became pa.s.sive--ceased all activity. Perfect peace was maintained, but they withdrew. Fundamentally and absolutely, Geraldine's ideas were not theirs, and Geraldine did as she liked with Henry.
Geraldine and Henry interrogated Mark Snyder as to the future. 'Shall we be justified in living at the rate of two thousand a year?' they asked him. 'Yes,' he said, 'and four times that!' He had just perused _The Plague-Spot_ in ma.n.u.script. 'Let's make it three thousand, then,' said Geraldine to Henry. And she had planned the establishment of their home on that scale. Henry did not tell the ladies at Dawes Road that the rent of the flat was three hundred a year, and that the furniture had cost over a thousand, and that he was going to give Geraldine two hundred a year for dress. He feared apoplexy in his mother, and a nervous crisis in Aunt Annie.
The marriage took place in a church. It was not this that secretly pained Mrs. Knight and Aunt Annie; all good Wesleyan Methodists marry themselves in church. What secretly pained them was the fact that Henry would not divulge, even to his own mother, the locality of the honeymoon. He did say that Geraldine had been bent upon Paris, and that he had completely barred Paris ('Quite right,' Aunt Annie remarked), but he would say no more. And so after the ceremony the self-conscious pair had disappeared for a fortnight into the unknown and the unknowable.
And now they had reappeared out of the unknown and the unknowable, and, with the help of four servants, meant to sustain life in Mrs. Knight and Aunt Annie for a period of some five hours.
They heard a ring in the distance of the flat.
'Prepare to receive cavalry,' said Geraldine, sitting erect in her blue dress on the green settee in the middle of the immense drawing-room.
Then, seeing Henry's face, she jumped up, crossed over to her husband, and gave him a smacking kiss between the eyes. 'Dearest, I didn't mean it!' she whispered enchantingly. He smiled. She flew back to her seat just as the door opened.
'Mr. Doxey,' said a new parlourmaid, intensely white and black, and intensely aware of the eminence of her young employers. And little Doxey of the P.A. came in, rather shabby and insinuating as usual, and obviously impressed by the magnificence of his surroundings.
'My good Doxey,' exclaimed the chatelaine. 'How delicious of you to have found us out so soon!'
'How d'you do, Doxey?' said Henry, rising.
'Awfully good of you to see me!' began Doxey, depositing his well-preserved hat on a chair. 'Hope I don't interrupt.' He smiled.
'Can't stop a minute. Got a most infernal bazaar on at the Cecil. Look here, old man,' he addressed Henry: 'I've been reading your _Love in Babylon_ again, and I fancied I could make a little curtain-raiser out of it--out of the picture incident, you know. I mentioned the idea to Pilgrim, of the Prince's Theatre, and he's fearfully stuck on it.'
'You mean, you think he is,' Geraldine put in.
'Well, he is,' Doxey pursued, after a brief pause. 'I'm sure he is. I've sketched out a bit of a scenario. Now, if you'd give permission and go shares, I'd do it, old chap.'
'A play, eh?' was all that Henry said.
Doxey nodded. 'There's nothing like the theatre, you know.'
'What do you mean--there's nothing like the theatre?'
'For money, old chap. Not short pieces, of course, but long ones; only, short ones lead to long ones.'
'I tell you what you'd better do,' said Henry, when they had discussed the matter. 'You'd better write the thing, and I'll have a look at it, and then decide.'
'Very well, if you like,' said Doxey slowly. 'What about shares?'
'If it comes to anything, I don't mind halving it,' Henry replied.
'I see,' said Doxey. 'Of course, I've had some little experience of the stage,' he added.
His name was one of those names which appear from time to time in the theatrical gossip of the newspapers as having adapted, or as being about to adapt, something or other for the stage which was not meant for the stage. It had never, however, appeared on the playbills of the theatres; except once, when, at a benefit matinee, the great John Pilgrim, whom to mention is to wors.h.i.+p, had recited verses specially composed for the occasion by Alfred Doxey.
'And the signature, dear?' Geraldine glanced up at her husband, offering him a suggestion humbly, as a wife should in the presence of third parties.
'Oh!' said Henry. 'Of course, Mr. Doxey's name must go with mine, as one of the authors of the piece. Certainly.'
'Dearest,' Geraldine murmured when Doxey had gone, 'you are perfect. You don't really need an agent.'
He laughed. 'There's rather too much "old chap" about Doxey,' he said.
'Who's Doxey?'
'He's quite harmless, the little creature,' said Geraldine good-naturedly.
They sat silent for a time.
'Miles Robinson makes fifteen thousand a year out of plays,' Geraldine murmured reflectively.
'Does he?' Henry murmured reflectively.
The cavalry arrived, in full panoply of war.
'I am thankful Sarah stays with us,' said Mrs. Knight. 'Servants are so much more difficult to get now than they were in my time.'
Tea was nearly over; the cake-stand in four storeys had been depleted from attic to bas.e.m.e.nt, and, after admiring the daintiness and taste displayed throughout Mrs. Henry's drawing-room, the ladies from Dawes Road had reached the most fascinating of all topics.
'When you keep several,' said Geraldine, 'they are not so hard to get.
It's loneliness they object to.'
'How many shall you have, dear?' Aunt Annie asked.
'Forty,' said Henry, looking up from a paper.
'Don't be silly, dearest!' Geraldine protested. (She seemed so young and interesting and bright and precious, and so competent, as she sat there, behind the teapot, between her mature visitors in their black and their grey: this was what Henry thought.) 'No, Aunt Annie; I have four at present.'
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