"I think I was almost going to ask her to marry me, to-morrow,"
he said, turning to Talbot Potter. "But I'm glad Packer's the
man. For years he's been a kind of nurse for you, Mr. Potter.
And that's what she needs--a nurse--because she's a genius, too.
And it will all be wasted if she doesn't get her chance!"
"Are you asking me to take her back?" Potter cried fiercely. "Do
you think I'll break one of my iron--"
"We couldn't all have married her!" said the playwright with a
fine inspiration. "But if you take her back we can all see her--
every day!"
The actor gazed upon him sternly, but with sensitive lips
beginning to quiver. He spoke uncertainly.
"Well," he began. "I'm no stubborn Frenchman--"
"Do it!" cried Canby.
Then Potter's expression changed; he looked queer.
He clapped his hands loudly;--Sato appeared.
"Sato, take that stuff out." He pointed to the untouched
whiskey. "Order supper at ten o'clock--for five people.
Champagne. Orchids. Get me a taxicab in half an hour."
"Yisso!"
Tinker rose, astounded. "Taxicab? Where you--"
"To Brooklyn!" shouted Potter with shining eyes.
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