“That’s splendid news,” said Eliphalet, with a sudden revival of confidence.
“How’s it shaped?”
“You’ll see,” said Eliphalet; then, with a wail in his voice, “It has gone beyond my powers, Mr. Wakefield, and I feel so old.”
“We all do before a new production,” came the cheerful reply.
“I don’t want anyone to know who is in front,” Eliphalet told Manning, “but tell the company I look to them to do their utmost.”
And so the curtain rose and fell on the three acts of “A Man’s Way,” and when all was over Raymond Wakefield made his way round to Eliphalet’s dressing-room and walked in, whistling cheerfully.
“Well?” queried Eliphalet nervously.
“You old marvel,” said Raymond. “How d’you come to do it?”
“Do what?”
“Act like that?”