“Take a theatre and do it ourselves?” he queried.
“Why not?”
“By the Lord, why not indeed! It ’ud be tremendous fun.”
“It ’ud be tremendous earnest.”
“Either way, I’m game.”
“Settled, then?”
“Yes, it’s settled.”
Wynne stood himself a cab from Clarges Street at three o’clock in the morning. He looked ten years younger as he burst into the room where Eve was waiting up for him.
“I’ve done it!” he cried. “I’ve done it! I’m on the road upward at last.”