Отель с привидениями
Chapter XIX
Hetooknointerestatwhathappenedattheinterview,butsomethingstruckhiminmywayofrelatingit.Hesaid,"Youdescribewhatpassedbetweenyouandtheladywiththepointandcontrastofgoodstagedialogue.Youhavethedramaticinstinct—tryifyoucanwriteaplay.Youmightmakemoney."Thatputitintomyhead.’
ThoselastwordsseemedtostartleFrancis.’Surelyyoudon’twantmoney!’heexclaimed.
’Ialwayswantmoney.Mytastesareexpensive.Ihavenothingbutmypoorlittlefourhundredayear—andthewreckthatisleftoftheothermoney:abouttwohundredpoundsincircularnotes—nomore.’
Francisknewthatshewasreferringtothetenthousandpoundspaidbytheinsuranceoffices.’Allthosethousandsgonealready!’heexclaimed.
Sheblewalittlepuffofairoverherfingers.’Gonelikethat!’sheansweredcoolly.
’BaronRivar?’
Shelookedathimwithaflashofangerinherhardblackeyes.
’Myaffairsaremyownsecret,Mr.Westwick.Ihavemadeyouaproposal—andyouhavenotansweredmeyet.Don’tsayNo,withoutthinkingfirst.Rememberwhatalifeminehasbeen.Ihaveseenmoreoftheworldthanmostpeople,playwrightsincluded.Ihavehadstrangeadventures;Ihaveheardremarkablestories;Ihaveobserved;Ihaveremembered.Aretherenomaterials,hereinmyhead,forwritingaplay—iftheopportunityisgrantedtome?’Shewaitedamoment,andsuddenlyrepeatedherstrangequestionaboutAgnes.