talk some more! It's lovely--I WILL hear him talk! I WILL! I WILL! I
want to listen to Verman--I WANT to--I WANT to----"

Wailing, she was borne away--of her sex not the first to be fascinated
by obscurity, nor the last to champion its eloquence.

Verman was almost unendurable after this, but, like many, many other
managers, Schofield and Williams restrained their choler, and even
laughed fulsomely when their principal attraction essayed the role of a
comedian in private, and capered and squawked in sheer, fatuous vanity.

The first performance of the afternoon rivalled the successes of the
morning, and although Miss Rennsdale was detained at home, thus drying
up the single source of cash income developed before lunch, Maurice Levy
appeared, escorting Marjorie Jones, and paid coin for two admissions,
dropping the money into Sam's hand with a careless--nay, a
contemptuous--gesture. At sight of Marjorie, Penrod Schofield flushed
under his new moustache (repainted since noon) and lectured as he had
never lectured before. A new grace invested his every gesture; a new
sonorousness rang in his voice; a simple and manly pomposity marked
his very walk as he passed from curio to curio. And when he fearlessly
handled the box of rats and hammered upon it with cool insouciance, he
beheld--for the first time in his life--a purl of admiration eddying in
Marjorie's lovely eye, a certain softening of that eye. And then Verman
spake and Penrod was forgotten. Marjorie's eye rested upon him no more.

A heavily equipped chauffeur ascended the stairway, bearing the message
that Mrs. Levy awaited her son and his lady. Thereupon, having devoured
the last sound permitted (by the managers) to issue from Verman, Mr.
Levy and Miss Jones departed to a real matinee at a real theatre, the