_Nelty Warrington_, Mr. Warrington's daughter.
_Reginald Thorne_, his secretary.
He was jubilant. His pen whined at top speed, scattering a
shower of tiny drops of ink.
_Stage Scene: An office. Very expensive. Mr. Warrington and Mr.
Thorne are sitting there. Miss Warrington comes in. She says:_
He stopped. He thought. He held his head. He went over to the
stationary bowl and soaked his hair with water. He lay on the
bed and kicked his heels, slowly and gravely smoothing his
mustache. Fifty minutes later he gave a portentous groan and
went to bed.
He hadn't been able to think of what Miss Warrington says beyond
"I have come to tell you that I am married, papa," and that
didn't sound just right; not for a first line it didn't, anyway.
At dinner next night--Saturday--Tom was rather inclined to make
references to "our author," and to remark: "Well, I know where
somebody was last night, but of course I won't tell. Say, them
authors are a wild lot."
Mr. Wrenn, who had permitted the teasing of even Tim, the
hatter, "wasn't going to stand for no kidding from nobody--not
when Nelly was there," and he called for a glass of water with
the air of a Harvard assistant professor forced to eat in a
lunch-wagon and slapped on the back by the cook.
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