Eliphalet turned in surprise to the author.
“Who is that very young man?” he demanded.
“Raymond Wakefield—our producer,” replied Raven, as one who spoke of the gods.
“Indeed?” with raised eyebrows.
Just then Wakefield appeared through the iron door and skated on to the stage.
“I meant to read it to you first,” he said, without any preamble. “But never mind. Now, what’s your idea of the part?”
Mr. Cardomay had never been cross-examined before, and didn’t like it; but he replied, politely enough:
“It’s a very good part.”
“Yes, yes; but I mean, how are you taking it? Comedy, tragedy, farce?”
“There can scarcely exist two opinions, Mr. Wakefield, Cellini is a great thinker—a poet—a philosopher.”