“I must tell you that I have been adopted by a wealthy lady, and my name is changed to Edwin Harcourt. Mrs. Harcourt wants my past life forgotten, so I will ask you not to allude to it, nor to call me Ben Bruce. I am not ashamed of it myself, but as Mrs. Harcourt has been kind to me, I don’t wish to annoy her.”
“I understand, Ben, or rather Edwin. I congratulate you on the brilliant change in your fortunes. Why, you are dressed like a prince.”
“Mrs. Harcourt is particular about my appearance. But, Mr. Wilkins, what brings you across the water?”
“I came to London, hoping to have my last play brought out at some English theater, but thus far I have met with no success. If I could cast you for your old part, I should have some hope.”
“Thank you, Mr. Wilkins.”
“I suppose you have not played any in England?”
“Only in private theatricals. Last October I appeared at Bentley Hall.”
“How in the world did you get a chance to appear there?”
“I was a guest at the Hall. The Honorable Cyril Bentley is my intimate friend.”
“Well,” ejaculated Wilkins, “the way you have got on is something wonderful. Where are you living?”