He
telegraphed his office to buy the tickets and hold them for Miss
Milkens, Mr. Hatcher and Mr. Fling.
"That completes one of the finest companies, Mr. Barnes, that ever
took the road," said Mr. Rushcroft warmly, forgetting his animosity.
"You will never be associated with a more evenly balanced company of
players, sir. I congratulate you upon your wonderful good fortune in
having such a cast for 'The Duke's Revenge.' If you can maintain a
similar standard of excellence in all of your future productions, you
will go down in history as the most astute theatrical manager of the
day."
Barnes winced, but was game. "When do you start rehearsals,
Rushcroft?"
"It is my plan to go to Crowndale to-morrow or the next day, where I
shall meet my company. Rehearsals will undoubtedly start at once. That
would give us--let me see--Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday--four
days. We open on Tuesday night. Oh, by the way, I have engaged a young
woman of most unusual talent to take the minor part of Hortense. You
may have noticed her in the dining-room. Miss Rosamond--er--where did
I put that card?--ah, yes, Miss Floribel Blivens. The poor idiot
insists on Blivens, desiring to perpetuate the family monicker.
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