Actorviews (1923)

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182 A ctorviews “She has a mother!” “Yes, the kind you’ll love.” “Mr. Caldwell, I promised my own sainted mother that never again would I write an interview that had a stage mother in it. The Mrs. Janises of the drama and I don’t harmonize.” “I respect your emotions, Mr. Stevens. Let me go ahead and get this lady away. I promise you there’ll be no chaperon.” Mr. Caldwell kept his word and light-heartedly I went to my fate. “That’s your chair,” she said, denoting the other one by her dressing table. She gave its white lawn covering a little pat. That made it very comfortable, I told her — wasn’t I the rogue? “It’s been waiting for you ever since the night you smiled from the box and I smiled back . . . ever so long. But it knew you’d come.” She turned full spell ahead the allure of two wide, gray-blue eyes. “I fear you’re a flirt,” I told her faintly. “Is this flirting?” Her lids were lowered. “I thought it was just being happy and natural. Mr. Caldwell told me I could be that way with you. What kind of a critic was it he said you are? Now I remember!— very human. He said you were very human. Are you?” “Awfully,” I said — “but don’t tell anybody how human.” “I won’t. Then we’ll have a secret. And I won’t even tell that we have a secret. So that’ll make two. Aren’t we getting on? But I knew I’d like you!” “How’d you know?”