risen!"

"I wrote it to begin with a garden scene," Canby protested,
unheeding. "Why--"

"He's changed this act a good deal."

"But I wrote--"

"He never uses garden sets. Not intimate enough; and they're a
nuisance to light. I wouldn't worry about it."

"But it changes the whole signifi--"

"Well, talk to him about it," said Tinker, adding lifelessly,
"I wouldn't argue with him much, though. I never knew anybody
do anything with him that way yet."

Miss Ellsling, on the stage, seemed to be supplementing this
remark. "Roderick Hanscom is a determined man," she said, in
character. "He is hard as steel to a treacherous enemy, but he
is tender and gentle to women and children. Only yesterday I
saw him pick up a fallen crippled child from beneath the
relentless horses' feet on a crossing, at the risk of his very
life, and then as he placed it in the mother's arms, he smiled
that wonderful smile of his, that wonderful smile of his that
seems to brighten the whole world! Wait till you meet him. But
that is his step now and you shall judge for yourselves! Let us
rise, if you please, to give him befitting greeting."