Voices again.
"I never believe what I hear, and only half of what I see." That was Mrs. Jack speaking.
Murmurs. The billiard-balls clicked sharply as John played for position.
"The stage doesn't appeal to you any more, then?" Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene.
"Not in the least. It never did appeal to me. I am so far away from it now that I am losing the desire to witness plays."
"And for whom will Mr. Warrington write his plays now?"
"The vacancy I made has long ago been filled. I was but one in a thousand to interpret his characters. There is always a lack of plays, but never of actors."
"Excuse me for a moment." It was Patty this time.
"Certainly, my dear."
Warrington heard nothing more for several minutes.