Now, let's get back to facts, dear. I've told
Mr. Bingle that the play can be finished in a month or six weeks. He
is for putting it on at once, but I don't believe it's good business
to risk trying it out at the tail end of a very bad season. Things are
bound to be better in the fall. My idea is to begin rehearsals late in
the summer, play a couple of weeks in the tank towns to whip the thing
into shape, and then go into New York some time in September. I'll
begin getting a cast together this spring--none but the best, you
understand--and that will give us a fair chance to go into Broadway
with a corking production. Who do you consider to be the best leading
man in the business to-day?"
Now, Mr. Bingle WAS having quite a time of it with the mistress of the
house. In his new-found enthusiasm, he went to her at once with the
word that he had decided to make a subrosa invasion of the mimic world
to help out poor Flanders and to lay his hand against the prejudice
and ignorance that seemed to be throttling the theatre.
She listened to him in speechless amazement, not quite sure of her
ears.
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