“Good for father!” Carter said. “Tell him not to be to gentle. And tell your Actor-friend to make a lot of fuss. The more the better. I’ll see the Policeman at the mill, and he’ll probably take him up. But we’ll get him out for the matinee. And watch the evening papers.”
It was then that a terrable thought struck me. What if Adrian considered it beneath his profession to advertize, even if indirectly? What if he prefered the failure of Miss Everett’s couzin’s play to a bruize on the eye? What, in short, if he refused?
Dear Dairy, I was stupafied. I knew not which way to turn. For Men are not like Women, who are dependible and anxious to get along, and will sacrifise anything for Success. No, men are likely to turn on the ones they love best, if the smallest Things do not suit them, such as cold soup, or sleaves to long from the shirt-maker, or plans made which they have not been consulted about beforhand.
“Darling!” said Jane, as I turned away, “you look stricken!”
“My head aches,” I said, with a weary gesture toward my forehead. It did ache, for that matter. It is acheing now, dear Dairy.
However, I had begun my task and must go through with it. Abandoning Jane at a corner, in spite of her calling me cruel and even sneeking, I went to Adrian’s hotel, which I had learned of during my seance in his room while he was changing his garments behind a screan, as it was marked on a dressing case.
It was then five o’clock.
How nervous I felt as I sent up my name to his chamber. Oh, dear Dairy, to think that it was but five hours ago that I sat and waited, while people who guessed not the inner trepadation of my heart past and repast, and glansed at me and at Leila’s pink hat above.
At last he came. My heart beat thunderously, as he aproached, strideing along in that familiar walk, swinging his strong and tender arms. And I! I beheld him coming and could think of not a word to say.
“Well!” he said, pausing in front of me. “I knew I was going to be lucky today. Friday is my best day.”