got dat old voman o' mine melted to de chair?"

"I'll see, I'll see, Meester T-S," said Madame, hustling out of the
room.

Mary came up to the great man. "See here, Abey," she said, in a low
voice, "you're making the worst mistake of your life. Apparently
this man hasn't been discovered. When he is, you know what'll
happen."

"Vere doss he come from?"

"I don't know. Billy here brought him. I said he must have come out
of a stained glass window in St. Bartholomew's Church."

"Oho, ho!" said T-S.

"Anyhow, he's new, and he's too good to keep. The paper's 'll get
hold of him sure. Just look at him!"

"But, Mary, can he act?"

"Act? My God, he don't have to act! He only has to look at you, and
you want to fall at his feet. Go be decent to him, and find out what
he wants."

The great man surveyed the figure of the stranger appraisingly. Then
he went up to him. "See here, Mr. Carpenter, maybe I could make you
famous. Vould you like dat?"