“And all that horrible stuff about his 'wonderful smile!'” Canby babbled. “Think of his putting that in himself.”
“Well, you hadn't done it for him. It is a wonderful smile, isn't it?”
“My God!”
“Sh!”
Talbot Potter had stepped to the centre of the stage and was smiling the wonderful smile. “Mildred, and you, my other friends, good friends,” he began, “for I know that you are all true friends here, and I can trust you with a secret very near my heart—”
“Most of them are supposed never to have seen him before,” said Canby, hoarsely. “And she's just told them they could judge for themselves when—”
“They won't notice that.”
“You mean the audience won't—”
“No, they won't,” said Tinker.
“But good heavens! it's 'Donald Gray,' the other character, that trusts him with the secret, and he betrays it later. This upsets the whole—”