IN COUNCIL
There were five of them assembled in Margaret Wallace's
sitting-room. Margaret herself, in a linen gown of
cornflower-blue, the product of her own deft fingers, which
became her hugely. Miss Dorothy Johnson, from the rooms below,
who indulged her fondness for unconventional attitudes by
perching herself on the back of one chair and her feet on the
seat of another. Bertram Winton, one of the handsomest of our
actors, tall and dark, with big eyes and curly hair, whose
clothes fitted him with a creaseless perfection which won the
admiration of that considerable feminine public which bought his
photographs and wrote for his autograph. Frank Staines, who was
something of a mystery. He wrote a little, and painted a little,
and drew a little, and sang a little, and played a little, and
talked so much that there were people who said that he could do
that better than he could do anything else. He had money. The
exact quantity was not generally known, but there appeared to be
enough of it to enable him to live in very considerable comfort,
without rendering it necessary for him, to adopt his own
phraseology, to descend into the market-place and "huckster" his
brain. Between Miss Johnson and him there was a state of
continual war, tempered by peaceful intervals of the briefest
duration. It was commonly understood that he was very much in
love with her, had frequently proposed to her and had been
accepted several times, but that on each occasion a rupture had
followed before they were able to make an interesting
announcement to their friends and acquaintances.
Miss Johnson made a remark to Harry Talfourd, who stood leaning
against the window with an air of almost sombre gloom, which
caused hostilities to break out upon the spot.
"Let's get to the bed-rock of common-sense. It always seems to
me that in matters of this sort commonsense is the one thing
needed. Harry, what is it you want? You want your play to be
successful--that is, you want it to bring you cash and kudos;
and that is all you want. The question, therefore, which you
have to ask yourself is, if Mrs. Lamb produces 'The Gordian
Knot' will it bring me those two things? To that question you
have only to supply a simple yes or no, and the problem's
solved."
To which Mr. Staines replied--
"That is exactly the sort of remark one expects you to
make--utilitarian, material, sordid. I opine that the one thing
Harry requires you have not mentioned--that is, satisfaction for
his artistic soul."
"Artistic tommy-rot."
"My dear Dollie, it is not necessary for you to be vulgar in
order to inform us that you know nothing about the soul--we are
aware of it."
"My dear Frankie, don't be under the delusion that you need open
your mouth to let the world know that you drivel--it is written
on your countenance."
"Thank you, Miss Johnson."
"Don't mention it, Mr. Staines."
Margaret interposed.
"While those two are thinking of some more nice things to say to
each other, I should like to know, Mr. Winton, what you really
think."
"I am afraid, Miss Wallace, that my point of view would be
described by Staines as utilitarian. I propose to conduct my
theatre--when I get it--on a commercial basis."
"One takes it for granted that an actor-manager is commercial or
nothing."
"If he isn't commercial, my dear Staines, he's less than
nothing--he's a bankrupt. No one loves a bankrupt, not even your
artistic soul. My intention is to get a theatre; to have it
properly equipped; to give the public as good plays as I can
get; to have them as well acted as circumstances permit. If Mrs.
Lamb is willing to place me in a position to carry out my
intention--on my own terms--I don't know that I have any serious
objection to her playing a part in my initial venture,
particularly as that happens to be a part which, as Talfourd is
aware, I have not hitherto been able to fit with a quite
adequate representative. I realise that the position is not so
simple as it appears, and am conscious that I run the risk of
being overshadowed by the lady's personality. But that is
certainly my risk rather than Talfourd's, and I am willing to
run it in order to gain the end I have in view."
"Then you say, let Mrs. Lamb play Lady Glover?"
"I do, since I incline to the opinion that she would not play it
in a fashion which would militate against the success of the
piece."
"You hear, Harry?"
"I do; I have heard Winton on the point before."
"Then why don't you leave matters entirely in his hands, and let
him arrange everything?"
Harry exchanged glances with the actor. He said, dryly--
"I am willing. If I am allowed to--say, run abroad, or remove
myself into the country well out of reach, until, at any rate,
the play's produced, I am content to let Winton do just as he
pleases."
"I doubt if that would meet Mrs. Lamb's views. I imagine that
she might regard your withdrawal as a personal affront.
Talfourd, will you allow me to explain to Miss Wallace what I
imagine is your exact position in this matter?"
Miss Johnson addressed a question to Mr. Staines before Margaret
could reply.
"Frank, you can be honest sometimes, and you can be sensible.
Try to be both of them now. What do you think of Mrs. Lamb?"
"It is a delicate subject, on which I should not presume to
offer an opinion."
"That means that you don't love her."
"I have only loved one person in my life, and it certainly was
not her."
Miss Johnson looked straight in front of her, as if she desired
to convey the impression that she had no idea that any allusion
was intended. Margaret urged Mr. Winton.
"Come, tell me what Harry's position really is, since I am quite
unable to get it out of him."
"Shall I, Talfourd?"
"You may say what you choose, only give me leave to doubt if you
are so well informed as you yourself imagine. I don't understand
myself as well as I should like to."
"I fancy I understand pretty well. The truth is, Miss Wallace,
Mrs. Lamb is fonder of Talfourd than he is of her."
"I am quite aware of that."
"I don't think you altogether appreciate my meaning. If there
were no Mr. Lamb, Mrs. Lamb would not object to being Mrs.
Talfourd--which is why she wants to produce 'The Gordian Knot,'
and why Talfourd doesn't want her to."
"Do you mean that she's in love with him? Harry! is this true?
You told me that she had never said anything to you she ought
not to have done."
"Nor has she. Winton speaks crudely. I don't know what is his
authority for his statement, he certainly has had none from me."
"Is it simply because--she feels for you like that--that she
wants to produce your play?"
"Honestly, Meg, I don't know what her reasons are. I wish I
did."
"Does she know that you're--engaged?"
"Not that I am aware of. So far as possible I have carefully
avoided speaking to her of myself. Frankly, Meg, it's no use
blinking the fact that as Mrs. Lamb's private secretary there's
nothing for me to do; that she has not the slightest real need
for such a functionary; and that I am very much exercised in my
mind as to the motives which would actuate her in the production
of 'The Gordian Knot'. Although I am quite aware that he meant
well, I should have been obliged to Winton if he hadn't said a
word to her about the thing."
"At that time I had no actual knowledge of how the land was
lying."
"But you guessed." This was Margaret.
"Well, if you will permit me to be quite plain, Miss Wallace, I
don't know that I regarded it as a drawback even if I did guess.
An actor depends for his existence on personal favour. He has to
please the public in the mass, and, also, as individuals. When a
woman tells me she admires me I expect her to take a stall to
see me act; if she admires me very much, I expect her to take
two or three, or a box. There have been women who have admired
me so much that they have booked seats for an entire season.
Now proceed a step farther. I can conceive of it as possible
that a woman might provide me with the means to take a theatre
because her admiration for me was so great. I shouldn't stop to
ask myself trivial questions as to whether she was married
or single, I should regard the matter as purely one of
business--one proof of my success--and take the good the gods
provided, while, at the same time, my position in the affair
would be entirely a platonic one. I want Talfourd to treat the
matter from my point of view, but it seems he can't."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not sorry!" The first remark came from Harry, the second
from Margaret. She went on: "Now I begin to understand. Of
course it's quite inconceivable, Harry, how any one could fall
in love with you; but supposing any woman to be so foolish, I
certainly don't want you to trade on her affection. I'm not
saying it with any desire to wound you, Mr. Winton."
"Don't be afraid, I'm not easily wounded."
"But, you see, in this case there are other circumstances to be
considered--there's me. I'm a factor in the question. And shall
I tell you to what conclusion I'm drifting?"
"Let's have it."
"I should like to see Mrs. Lamb. You men know her, but I don't.
She hasn't even come within range of my vision, and though I've
the highest respect for you, as men, when it comes to your
opinion of a woman, I don't think a man's opinion worth
anything."
"You're quite right--it isn't." This was Miss Johnson.
"I used to have a high opinion of you." This was Mr. Staines.
"You used to have!--that I should ever have been so belittled!"
Miss Johnson turned disdainfully from Mr. Staines to Margaret.
"What you say is perfectly correct, my dear, only a woman's
opinion of a woman is of the slightest value."
"The other day I heard a woman express her opinion of you in
terms which, if I repeated them to you, might cause you to
change your views."
"Some women!"
"I don't know that I go quite so far as Dollie, and there is
something in what Mr. Staines hints, for, of course, there are
women whose opinions of each other are merely so many libels."
"Hear! hear!"
"Do be still! Will somebody sit on Mr. Staines?"
"But this appears to be a case in which a woman's opinion should
be the only thing which ought to count--especially if I'm
the woman; and, lest you accuse me of overweening conceit,
let me hasten to explain. Mrs. Lamb is, I presume, a lady of
beauty----"
"She's not bad-looking." This was Mr. Staines to, of course,
Dolly.
"Much you know about a woman's looks!"
"I used to admire yours."
"Pooh!"
"Apparently of fortune, conceivably of taste. She is supposed to
entertain certain sentiments towards a certain gentleman which
she ought not to entertain. Actuated by those sentiments she
proposes to play the part of a feminine Maecenas and pose as a
patron of the drama. These are the allegations which are made
against her. Introduce me to her; let me talk to her for half an
hour, and I will engage to settle there and then--and
finally!--the question as to whether she is a fit and proper
person to produce 'The Gordian Knot' and play Lady Glover."
"I'm content!" cried Harry.
Mr. Winton was more deliberate.
"Well, under ordinary circumstances, I should be inclined to do
more than hesitate before accepting a lady as arbitrator in such
a matter, but I have such a high opinion of Miss Wallace, though
she herself appraises a masculine estimate of such a subject at
less than nothing----"
"I make an exception in your case, Mr. Winton--thank you very
much."
"If she will allow me to say so, I esteem her wide-minded
liberality so greatly, and set such value on her keen-sighted
appreciation of character----"
"Dear! dear! Margaret, bow!"
"Dollie! don't interrupt!"
"That I am quite willing to go so far as this: If, after talking
the matter over with Mrs. Lamb, fully and frankly, and weighing
all the pros and cons, you tell me that you think it would be
better, for all parties interested, that she should have nothing
to do with the play, then, so far as I am concerned, the
question will be settled--she shan't."
"The point is," struck in Dollie, "how is the poor dear child to
become acquainted with this wonderful woman, who ought to be
immensely flattered if she knows how much you have her in your
thoughts?"
"There will be no difficulty about that. The lady has an 'At
Home' to-morrow evening, to which, practically, all the world is
welcome. I'll tell her, Meg, that you'd like to make her
acquaintance, and ask her permission to bring you."
"You'll ask her?"
Mr. Staines looked at Mr. Talfourd with, in his glance, a
satirical intention which the other ignored.
"Why not? Nothing could be simpler."
"No--nothing could be simpler--only I thought you said she
didn't know you were engaged. Do you propose to tell her in what
relation Miss Wallace stands to you?"
"Certainly! Why do you look at me like that?"
"I should like to see her face when she receives the
communication, and, again, when she meets Miss Wallace. I know
something of Mrs. Gregory Lamb. I fancy they may both of them be
rather dramatic moments."
Margaret told him, laughing--
"Dear Mr. Staines, you may study the expression of her
countenance when she meets me to your heart's content, if you
choose. Suppose we all of us go together?"
Mr. Winton rose from his chair.
"Thank you; that is a proposal which I am afraid I must decline.
Mrs. Lamb might suspect us of conspiracy if we bore down on her
in force. I will be in Connaught Square to-morrow evening, but
perhaps a little late, when I think it possible, Miss Wallace,
that one glance at your countenance will be sufficient to tell
me exactly how the matter stands. Remember the arbitrament of my
fate--as a manager, an issue of no slight consequence--is in
your hands."
"Poor, innocent, ignorant Mrs. Lamb!" exclaimed Miss Johnson.
"Meg, if she only knew what issues of life and death you are
bringing with you, I don't believe she'd let you into her
house--however nicely Harry might ask her permission to bring
you."
The young lady spoke much truer than she knew.