You can't tell
what he'll bring home next. The old boy still believes you can raise
hair from the dead. Do you want some new stills of me? I got a new
one yesterday that shows my other expression. Well, so long,
Countess."
The creature turned to her parents.
"Let's be on our way, old dears. This place is dead, but the
Countess says they'll soon be shooting some tenement-house stuff up
at the Consolidated. Maybe there'll be something in it for someone.
We might as well have a look-in."
Merton felt relieved when the Montague family went out, the girl in
the lead. He approved of the fine old father, but the daughter
lacked dignity in speech and manner. You couldn't tell what she
might say next.
The Montagues were often there, sometimes in full, sometimes
represented by but one of their number. Once Mrs. Montague was told
to be on Stage Six the next morning at 8:30 to attend a swell
reception.
"Wear the gray georgette, dearie," said the casting director, "and
your big pearls and the lorgnon."
"Not forgetting the gold cigarette case and the chinchilla neck
piece," said Mrs. Montague.
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