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312 “Is it any good? Are you going to take it?”

“What do you think about it? Are you satisfied?”

“Yes. I think it’s a love of a play.”

He laughed.

“How much of it did Jarvis do?”

“Oh, a great deal!”

“Not enough to spoil it, eh?”

“He has worked very hard,” she said seriously.

“He tells me he has corresponded with the author during his work, and he begged to be here for this meeting.”

“Did he? Bless his heart! It has been so funny—that correspondence! He’s crazy about that author-lady.”

“Either you are very clever, or he’s very stupid, which is it?”

“Both.”

“When are you going to tell him the truth?”

“The opening night.”

“Upon my word, you have got a dramatic sense. Blaze of success, outbursts of applause, husband finds wife is the centre and cause of it. That sort of thing, eh?”

“Yes, but don’t say it like that. It sounds silly and cheap.”