Actorviews (1923)

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Sothern and Marlowe 217 a complete and sudden breakdown. She had been cheated out of her wonderful opportunity of tasting the final sweets of public expression. And," this perfect husband perfectly wound up, “I was willing to go back to help, to round out, my wife’s farewell. For, of course, you know we can’t go on forever now — I’m sixty and — there you are !” He did not say that this is the year when Julia Marlowe becomes fifty ; nor did I say it. But the hideous historical fact was in my mind — that this most spirited and not the least beautiful of the immortally beautiful ladies of the drama was verging fifty! And in the lowness of my soul I wondered if this were not the highest testimonial to Mr. Sothern’s perfection as a spouse — this (I meanly thought) keeping her doored away from the searching, vulgar eye of the press lest, perchance, her appearance betray her half century as vividly as his did not betray his three score. At any rate, I know one searching, vulgar eye of the press that presently would, if it could, have dimmed itself. That was when Mr. Sothern, taking casual stock of his watch, observed the hour with a shock and cried, “Julia! Julia! We’ve only time for the train!” I heard the door open to this. I heard her everyoung voice greeting me. But for an instant I had not the courage to look. Then I found myself shaking her gloved hand and gazing into her unpainted face with an expression of idiocy at least. “How well you look! How marvelously young you look!” was all I could stammer. Of course I am not the first man who has turned giddy at sight of Julia Marlowe. She has ways of restoring them to balance. She immediately began to