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412 other day, and they’ll come in admirably. That’s the London plan. They look up some dresses, and properties, and have a piece written to fit ’em. Most of the theatres keep an author on purpose.’ ‘Indeed!’ cried Nicholas. ‘Oh, yes,’ said the manager; ‘a common thing. It’ll look very well in the bills in separate lines--Real pump!--Splendid tubs!--Great attraction! You don’t happen to be anything of an artist, do you?’ ‘That is not one of my accomplishments,’ rejoined Nicholas. ‘Ah! Then it can’t be helped,’ said the manager. ‘If you had been, we might have had a large woodcut of the last scene for the posters, showing the whole depth of the stage, with the pump and tubs in the middle; but, however, if you’re not, it can’t be helped.’ ‘What should I get for all this?’ inquired Nicholas, after a few moments’ reflection. ‘Could I live by it?’ ‘Live by it!’ said the manager. ‘Like a prince! With your own salary, and your friend’s, and your writings, you’d make--ah! you’d make a pound a week!’ ‘You don’t say so!’ ‘I do indeed, and if we had a run of good houses, nearly double the money.’ Nicholas shrugged his shoulders; but sheer destitution was before him; and if he could summon fortitude to undergo the extremes of want and hardship, for what had he rescued his helpless charge if it were only to bear as hard a fate as that from which he had wrested him? It was easy to think of seventy miles as nothing, when he was in the same town with the man who had treated him so ill and roused his bitterest thoughts; but now, it seemed far enough. What if he went abroad, and his mother or Kate were to die the while? |
