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“But I had on a soft collar; that was what barred me,” spoke Mr. Leo, elfishly. “But the man said it was all right for my mother.”
“Meaning me,” sniffed Mrs. Leo. “And Leo was wild because he couldn’t go inside and lose his winnings and more. He has a frightful temper. What was it, Leo, you threw when you got angry in your dressingroom tonight?”
“My trousers,” was the simple answer.
Can you see the Great Lover madly tossing his trousers? I could not — somehow — then.
We talked of the three great lover parts he had already played — in the play of that title, in “The Concert,” and now the most Don Giovannian of them all in “The King” — and Mrs. Leo allowed that there is an actor who plays such roles with conviction.
“She usually reads my letters to me while I’m making up,” said he.
“Not the bad ones, Leo. — Never such a one as would churn him up and spoil his performance. Only the flattering ones,” said this most truly helpful of great men’s helpmates.
“I read to him the notes of soft ladies who archly set down their telephone numbers and the hours at which their husbands are not at home.”
Mr. Leo objected with his nose.
“Oh, they are not all perfumed. Some of them would, I dare say, be quite interesting — if I didn’t get them first.”
“Yes, once in a while one gets a rise from one’s wife,” smiled Mr. Leo.
“Is it you, Mrs. Leo,” I asked, “who won’t let him wear his toupee out of the theater?”
“Me! I want him to wear a toupee all the time,