"
"Well, you hadn't done it for him. It is a wonderful smile,
isn't it?"
"My God!"
"Sh!"
Talbot Potter had stepped to the centre of the stage and was
smiling the wonderful smile. "Mildred, and you, my other
friends, good friends," he began, "for I know that you are all
true friends here, and I can trust you with a secret very near
my heart--"
"Most of them are supposed never to have seen him before,"
said Canby, hoarsely. "And she's just told them they could
judge for themselves when--"
"They won't notice that."
"You mean the audience won't--"
"No, they won't," said Tinker.
"But good heavens! it's 'Donald Gray,' the other character,
that trusts him with the secret, and he betrays it later. This
upsets the whole--"
"Well, talk to him. I can't help it."
"It is a political secret," Potter continued, reading from a
manuscript in his hand, "and almost a matter of life and death.
But I trust you with it openly and fearlessly because--"
At this point his voice was lost in a destroying uproar.
Perceiving that the rehearsal was well under way, and that the
star had made his entrance, two of the stage-hands attached to
the theatre ascended to the flies and set up a great bellowing
on high.
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