I got the suit and the cigarettes, and even Jane's
bath towle, and through them in to him. Also I beleive he took
a shower, as I heard the water running, At about seven o'clock
he said he had finished the play. He put on the Clothes which he
observed almost fitted him, although gayer than he usually wore,
and said that if I would give him a hair pin he thought he could
pick the Lock. But he did not succeed.
Being now dressed, however, he drew a chair to the window
and we talked together. It seemed like a dream that I should be
there, on such intimate terms with a great Playwright, who had
just, even if under compulsion, finished a last Act, I bared my
very soul to him, such as about resembling Julia Marlowe, and no
one understanding my craveing to acheive a Place in the World of
Art. We were once interupted by Hannah looking for me for
dinner. But I hid in a bath-house, and she went away.
What was Food to me compared with such a Conversation?
When Hannah had disappeared, he said suddenly:
"It's rather unusual, isn't it, your having a suit of
clothes and everything in your--er--studio?"
But I did not explain fully, merely saving that it was a
painful story.
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