“By the way, I have to congratulate you,” said Wellbourne. “Your opera looked like being a big thing when I left London. You didn't sell outright, I hope?”
“No,” I answered. “Hodgson never expressed any desire to buy.”
“Lucky for you,” said Wellbourne.
I reached London the next evening. Passing the theatre on my way to Queen's Square, it occurred to me to stop my cab for a few minutes and look in.
I met the low comedian on his way to his dressing-room. He shook me warmly by the hand.
“Well,” he said, “we're pulling them in. I was right, you see, 'Give me plenty of opportunity.' That's what I told you, didn't I? Come and see the piece. I think you will agree with me that I have done you justice.”
I thanked him.
“Not at all,” he returned; “it's a pleasure to work, when you've got something good to work on.”
I paid my respects to the leading lady.
“I am so grateful to you,” said the leading lady. “It is so delightful to play a real live woman, for a change.”