He came once a month and never later
than the first. The rent was twenty-two dollars a month. Mr. Epps was
always expecting that it wouldn't be paid. He never failed to make a
point of telling Mr. Bingle that he was what you might call a soft-
hearted lummix and for that reason it always went hard with him to
evict a tenant for not paying his rent on the minute. He talked a
great deal about the people he had chucked out into the street and how
unhappy the life of a renting agent could be at times. Once he gave
Mr. Bingle a cigar.
"Sure I'm not robbing you?" said Mr. Bingle.
"No," said Mr. Epps. "I don't smoke."
There was one Broadway theatre in which it was impossible to obtain
seats unless they were applied for weeks in advance. The leading lady
in the company playing there was not so important a personage that she
could deny herself the pleasant sensation of being a real woman, and
the author of the play was not so high and mighty that one had to use
a ten-foot pole in touching him.
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Sheridan Flanders paid frequent visits to the
home of Mr.
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