Bingle."
"I know. Miss Fairweather has told us of her sleepless nights,
worrying over the supposed deception. She might just as well have
slept comfortably, Dick. She may have been a bad actress but she
wasn't a bad woman, so no harm has come of it. Do you think she is
qualified to play the leading part in your show? It strikes me that it
is a very difficult part. I should think it would take some one like
Modjeska or Julia Marlowe to play it properly. She is--" "My dear Mr.
Bingle, Amy is just the woman for the part of Deborah. I am sure of
it--positively. The trouble is that I'm afraid the managers will
insist on putting in somebody with a name--like Ethel Barrymore or
Nazimova or Maude Adams. That's going to be the rub, you see. Of
course, I shall not give in to them. It is Amy Colgate or no one." He
looked very rueful despite this firm and dauntless speech.
Mr. Bingle stared at the fire for a few minutes, his lips pursed in an
expression that spoke of calculation.
"I have been thinking, Dick," he said at last; "thinking very
seriously of taking a little flyer in the--er--theatrical business.
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