Yet, he was the chivalrous squire to the
greatest lady of all his realm; he was a society author, and a
man of great prospective wealth and power over mankind!
"Say, we'll have the grandest dinner you ever saw if I get away
with the play," he was saying. "Will you come, Miss Nelly?"
"Indeed I will! Oh, you sha'n't leave me out! Wasn't I there when--"
"Indeed you were! Oh, we'll have a reg'lar feast at the
Astor--artichokes and truffles and all sorts of stuff....
Would--would you like it if I sold the play?"
"_Course_ I would, silly!"
"I'd buy the business and make Rabin manager--the Souvenir Company.
So he came to relate all those intimacies of The Job; and he was
overwhelmed at the ease with which she "got onto old Goglefogle."
His preparations for writing the play were elaborate.
He paced Tom's room till twelve-thirty, consulting as to whether
he had to plan the stage-setting; smoking cigarettes in
attitudes on chair arms. Next morning in the office he made
numerous plans of the setting on waste half-sheets of paper.
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