“Probably; but don’t keep anything for me if I’m late. I may—be late.”
As the door closed Eve said, very gently:
“Oh, we’re having a hell of a life.”
Wynne went to his bedroom and pulled out a drawer. He threw a shirt or two and some collars on to the bed, then rummaged for a suit case behind the dressing-table.
“Damn the things, I can buy what I want,” he said.
Eve heard the front door slam a moment later.
III
At the offices of the New British Drama Association Wynne met some important gentlemen, and the words they spoke acted upon him like good red wine.
“It’s an astonishing play,” said Mr. Howard Delvin, who was not given to encomiums. “So astonishing that we propose to use it for our opening event.”
“I thought you’d like it, Mr. Delvin,” said Wynne.