Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 176: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

GUY HAMMERSLEY. 167 Shepard, who was listening with the most rapt atten- tion. ‘‘Miss Farleigh says he has. You see she is the only one to whom the boy has confided his ambi- tions, and it was only a day or two ago that she told me about them. She says that when they are alone together up there in the flat all day he reels off whole chapters of dialogue from the story. Now I notice that the manager of the Criterion has some of the rights for ‘Fauntleroy,’ so I thought you might at least bring Harold to his notice.” ‘‘ How old is the boy, did you say?” ‘Just ten.” ‘‘Is he dark or light ?” ‘‘Light; a blonde, with blue eyes. Oh, he’s a regular Cedric Errol in looks.” ‘Will you bring him down to my rooms in the Jura to-morrow night? English will want something to take the place of my play right off, and if this boy turns out to be a real phenomenon, he can put ‘Fauntleroy right on. If, as you say, he knows the words already, I'll undertake to coach him for the part in a week’s time, and manage the tour for him. All this, of course, if he turns out what we both trust he will. I scarcely dare hope it, though. If you knew the number of children that have been brought to English since the Fauntleroy craze started, and had seen for yourself, as I have, how ill qualified they were for the part, you would understand what I mean when I say that I ‘scarcely dare hope.’ You can come with him down to the Jura to-morrow night, can you? You know where it is?” Gomiichboo Ss) (E(0) m