'I tell you what, old man,' said Doxey: 'we must adapt The Plague-Spot, eh?'
'We'll see about that,' said Henry.
Two days afterwards Henry arose from a bed of pain, and was able to consume a little tea and dry toast. Geraldine regaled his spiritual man with the press notices, which were tremendous. But more tremendous than the press notices was John Pilgrim's decision to put Love in Babylon after the main piece in the bill of Prince's Theatre. Love in Babylon was to begin at the honourable hour of ten-forty in future, for the benefit of the stalls and the dress-circle.
'Have you thought about Mr. Doxey's suggestion?' Geraldine asked him.
'Yes,' said Henry; 'but I don't quite see the point of it.'
'Don't see the point of it, sweetheart?' she protested, stroking his dressing-gown. 'But it would be bound to be a frightful success, after this.'
'I know,' said Henry. 'But why drag in Doxey? I can write the next play myself.'
She kissed him.