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everybody, gave me a letter of introduction to the pro-
prietor of the theatre. De Lange said, “I can do that.
What he wants is an introduction to the pretty draperess. ’ ’
On this De Lange rose to join his companions at the
counter and Byron and I returned to Charing Cross.
“Many thanks for all you have done for me, Mr. Byron
Webber, you have saved my book. Hanley will, I think,
suit my purpose excellently well. Good-bye, I shall start
to-morrow, and when I return I shall have the pleasure,
I hope, of recounting to you my impressions of Hanley
and perhaps of a pretty draperess.”
The porter helped me to find a train and next morning
I was on my way to Hanley, a three hours journey, and
as I watched the Midlands flowing by, pastoral and beau-
tiful, my thoughts were with a world of work. The
draperess will go with the manager. There was his name
to be thought of, and I had no name for him that was at
once commonplace and, like Hanley, picturesque. Kate
Ede seemed to be a name for her, but for the manager I
could think of nothing better than Dick Lennox, and
what, I asked myself, can happen to these twain as they
wander through the store-rooms laden with domestic
china? I cudgelled my brains in vain, and on leaving the
station I saw nothing but ordinary streets, and I wds dis-
appointed, but when I had left my trunk at the hotel and
set forth to explore, Hanley took shape and form. The
very town, I said, for Kate Ede to meet Dick Lennox.
everybody, gave me a letter of introduction to the pro-
prietor of the theatre. De Lange said, “I can do that.
What he wants is an introduction to the pretty draperess. ’ ’
On this De Lange rose to join his companions at the
counter and Byron and I returned to Charing Cross.
“Many thanks for all you have done for me, Mr. Byron
Webber, you have saved my book. Hanley will, I think,
suit my purpose excellently well. Good-bye, I shall start
to-morrow, and when I return I shall have the pleasure,
I hope, of recounting to you my impressions of Hanley
and perhaps of a pretty draperess.”
The porter helped me to find a train and next morning
I was on my way to Hanley, a three hours journey, and
as I watched the Midlands flowing by, pastoral and beau-
tiful, my thoughts were with a world of work. The
draperess will go with the manager. There was his name
to be thought of, and I had no name for him that was at
once commonplace and, like Hanley, picturesque. Kate
Ede seemed to be a name for her, but for the manager I
could think of nothing better than Dick Lennox, and
what, I asked myself, can happen to these twain as they
wander through the store-rooms laden with domestic
china? I cudgelled my brains in vain, and on leaving the
station I saw nothing but ordinary streets, and I wds dis-
appointed, but when I had left my trunk at the hotel and
set forth to explore, Hanley took shape and form. The
very town, I said, for Kate Ede to meet Dick Lennox.