But I should write plays." "H'm!" "I should write plays," he repeated.

"I've written three-quarters of one already, and I'm only waiting for a holiday to finish it.

And it's not bad--no, some of it's really rather nice." The question arose in Denham's mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do.

He looked rather stealthily at Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almost physically, so Denham thought, with desire to talk about this play of his, and vanity unrequited and urgent.

He seemed very much at Denham's mercy, and Denham could not help liking him, partly on that account.
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