'Superb,' cried Charles.
'My voice?' asked Sir Henry, now very pleased with himself.
'My drawings,' replied Charles, rubbing his thumb along a line that especially delighted him.
'O Heavens!' Sir Henry paid no further attention to the drawings and drawled, 'Wonderful thing the theatre.' There's life in it—life! I hate leaving it. You haven't been to my room before?'
'I once waited for two hours downstairs to ask you to give me a part. You didn't see me and I gave up acting.
'Oh! and now when I offer you a part you refuse it——'
'Things are very different now.... I have had a great welcome back to London.'
'What do you think of a national theatre?'
'Every nation, every city, ought to have its theatre.'
'Mine is the best theatre in London.'