' And, encouraged by Mrs.
Bentley's manner, Hubert told her how happy endings and comic love-scenes
were essential to secure a popular success.
'I am afraid you will think me very stupid, but I do not quite understand.'
In a quiet, unobtrusive way Hubert was a graceful talker, and he knew how
to adapt his theme, and bring it within the circle of the sympathies of his
listeners. There was some similarity of temperament between himself and
Mrs. Bentley; they were both quiet, fair, meditative Saxons. She lent her
whole mind to the conversation, interested in the account that the young
man gave of his dramatic aspirations.
From the dining-room window looking over the park the long road wound
through the vaporous country. The town stood in the middle distance, its
colour blotted out, and its smoke hardly distinguishable. In the room a
yellow dress turned grey, and the gold of a bracelet grew darker, and the
pink of delicate finger-nails was no longer visible. But the pensive dusk
of the dining-room, which blackened the claret in the decanters, leaving
only the faintest ruby glow in the glass which Hubert raised to his lips,
suited the tenor of the conversation, which had wandered from the dramatic
to the social side of the question.
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