Part 18 (2/2)

(And while Mr Marrier, having obtained coloriously into the telephone: ”Yes, Wilkins's No Quite private I've got Miss Rose Euclid here, and Mr

Seven Sachs”--while Mr Marrier was thus proceeding with his list of star attractions, Edward Henry was thinking:

”'_Her_ new theatre'--now! It was 'his' a few minutes back! 'The well-known Midlands capitalist,' eh? Oh! Ah!”)

He drank again He said to hiest of this beastly balloony stuff” (He lass I'lass, and planked it down firmly on the table

”Well,” he reraphed, I suppose we shall want a bitto the switches

”Please!” Carlo Trent raised a protesting hand

The switches were not turned In the beautiful direatest dra and finding solace in mutual esteem

”I suppose it wouldn't do to call it the Euclid Theatre?” Rose questioned casually, withouther eyes

”Splendid!” cried Mr Marrier froh mathematical students in London to fill the theatre for a run,” said Edward Henry

”Oh! D'you think so?” uely puzzled

At that instant Edward Henry ht-mail back to the Five Towns, and never any more have ventured into the perils of London, if Carlo Trent had not turned his head, and signified by a curt, reluctant laugh that he saw the joke

For Edward Henry could no longer depend on Mr Seven Sachs Mr Seven Sachs had to take the greatest pains to keep the htest laxity with them--and he would have been involved in another and more serious suffocation

”No,” said Carlo Trent, ”'The Muses' Theatre' is the only possible title There is money in the poetical drah to stare down the memory of the failure of Nashe's verse ”I don't want ht of money But money is the only proof of democratic appreciation, and that is what I need, and what every artist needs Don't you think there's money in the poetical drama, Mr Sachs?”

”Not in America,” said Mr Sachs ”London is a queer place”

”Look at the runs of Stephen Phillips's plays!”

”Yes I only reckon to know Ari about poetry,” said Edward Henry too hastily

”And isn't Shakspere poetry?” Carlo Trent challenged

”Well, I suppose if you put it in that way, he _is_!” Edward Henry cautiously ad either seen or read ”Shakspere” His sure instinct had alarned hi drawn into ”Shakspere”

”And has Miss Euclid ever done anything finer than Constance?”

”I don't know,” Edward Henry pleaded

”Why--Miss Euclid in 'King John'--”