However, she's got brains, which is the next best thing in
the theatrical game to marriage with the manager--or near-marriage."
Banneker, considering Gurney's crow-footed and tired leer, decided that
he did not like the critic much.
Back-of-curtain after a successful opening provides a hectic and
scrambled scene to the unaccustomed eye. Hastily presented to a few
people, Banneker drifted to one side and, seating himself on a wire
chair, contentedly assumed the role of onlooker. The air was full of
laughter and greetings and kisses; light-hearted, offhand, gratulatory
kisses which appeared to be the natural currency of felicitation. Betty
Raleigh, lovely, flushed, and athrill with nervous exaltation, flung him
a smile as she passed, one hand hooked in the arm of her leading man.
"You're coming to supper with us later," she called.
"Am I?" said Banneker.
"Of course. I've got something to ask you." She spoke as one expectant
of unquestioning obedience: this was her night of glory and power.
Whether he had been previously bidden in through Gurney, or whether this
chance word constituted his invitation, he did not know. Seeking
enlightenment upon the point, he discovered that the critic had
disappeared, to furnish his half-column for the morning issue.
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