"Nevertheless!" ... "Apparently!"
Edward Henry turned the page to the theatrical advertisements.
Unreal! Fantastic! Was this he, Edward Henry? Could it be his mother's son?
Still—"Matinées every Wednesday and Saturday." "Every Wednesday and Saturday." That word implied and necessitated a long run—anyhow a run extending over months. That word comforted him. Though he knew as well as you do that Mr. Marrier had composed the advertisement, and that he himself was paying for it, it comforted him. He was just like a child.
VIII
"I say, Cunningham's made a hit!" Mr. Marrier almost shouted at him as he entered the managerial room at the Regent.
"Cunningham? Who's Cunningham?"
Then he remembered. She was the girl who played the Messenger. She had only three words to say, and to say them over and over again; and she had made a hit!
"Seen the notices?" asked Marrier.
"Yes. What of them?"