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Page 96
"Sorry to keep you waiting," said the voice of Antony behind him.
"My old friends Amos and Parsons insisted on giving me a drink."
He slipped his hand into the crook of Bill's arm, and smiled
happily at him.
"Why were you so keen about them?" asked Bill a little
resentfully. "I couldn't think where on earth you had got to."
Antony didn't say anything. He was staring at the poster.
"When did this happen?" he asked.
"What?"
Antony waved to the poster.
"Oh, that? Last Christmas. It was rather fun."
Antony began to laugh to himself.
"Were you good?"
"Rotten. I don't profess to be an actor."
"Mark good?"
"Oh, rather. He loves it."
"Rev. Henry Stutters--Mr. Matthew Cay," read Antony.
"Was that our friend Cayley?"
"Yes."
"Any good?"
"Well, much better than I expected. He wasn't keen, but Mark
made him."
"Miss Norris wasn't playing, I see."
"My dear Tony, she's a professional. Of course she wasn't."
Antony laughed again.
"A great success, was it?"
"Oh, rather!"
"I'm a fool, and a damned fool," Antony announced solemnly. "And
a damned fool," he said again under his breath, as he led Bill
away from the poster, and out of the yard into the road. "And a
damned fool. Even now--" He broke off and then asked suddenly,
"Did Mark ever have much trouble with his teeth?"
"He went to his dentist a good deal. But what on earth--"
Antony laughed a third time.
"What luck!" he chuckled. "But how do you know?"
"We go to the same man; Mark recommended him to me. Cartwright,
in Wimpole Street."
"Cartwright in Wimpole Street," repeated Antony thoughtfully.
"Yes, I can remember that. Cartwright in Wimpole Street. Did
Cayley go to him too, by any chance?"
"I expect so. Oh, yes, I know he did. But what on earth--"
"What was Mark's general health like? Did he see a doctor much?"
"Hardly at all, I should think. He did a lot of early morning
exercises which were supposed to make him bright and cheerful at
breakfast. They didn't do that, but they seemed to keep him
pretty fit. Tony, I wish you'd--"
Antony held up a hand and hushed him into silence.
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