And yet, with it all, it seemed to have a touch
of finality about it--a hint that the entire proceeding
was deliberate, planned, not to be altered by circumstance.
He did not come back.
We understand that he appeared later in the morning at
a civic reception in the costume of an Alpine Jaeger,
and attended the matinee in the dress of a lieutenant of
police.
Meantime he has our pen. If he turns up in any costume
that we can spot at sight, we shall ask him for it.
II. WITH OUR GREATEST ACTOR
That is to say, with Any One of
our Sixteen Greatest Actors
It was within the privacy of his own library that we
obtained--need we say with infinite difficulty--our
interview with the Great Actor. He was sitting in a deep
arm-chair, so buried in his own thoughts that he was
oblivious of our approach. On his knee before him lay a
cabinet photograph of himself. His eyes seemed to be
peering into it, as if seeking to fathom its unfathomable
mystery. We had time to note that a beautiful carbon
photogravure of himself stood on a table at his elbow,
while a magnificent half-tone pastel of himself was
suspended on a string from the ceiling. It was only when
we had seated ourself in a chair and taken out our notebook
that the Great Actor looked up.
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