Her garments, rough homespun inexpertly dyed black, stood out in this upper middle class neighborhood. She spoke with a decided French accent.
"He's so ill he could not get up from his bed this morning." As she spoke, she twisted a disreputable, frayed handkerchief in her hand. "He told me to tell you that he'd not be at rehearsal."
And at this woman who, no doubt, consorted daily with actors and lived cheek to jowl with brothels, sniffed, a sniff of disapproval, at the theater and all the workings thereof.
Will nodded. What else could he do? He nodded and he searched the purse at his waist for two coins, which he handed the woman, and he spoke in the soft, cultivated voice he'd learned to use ever since his wealth, his name had set him above the normal run of actors. "I will be along, shortly, madam."
Ill. Edmund was ill, after all.
He felt an odd relief.
Was this the coughing sickness that had claimed Edmund's Jenny and her illegitimate son by Edmund?
Will
"He's so ill he could not get up from his bed this morning." As she spoke, she twisted a disreputable, frayed handkerchief in her hand. "He told me to tell you that he'd not be at rehearsal."
And at this woman who, no doubt, consorted daily with actors and lived cheek to jowl with brothels, sniffed, a sniff of disapproval, at the theater and all the workings thereof.
Will nodded. What else could he do? He nodded and he searched the purse at his waist for two coins, which he handed the woman, and he spoke in the soft, cultivated voice he'd learned to use ever since his wealth, his name had set him above the normal run of actors. "I will be along, shortly, madam."
Ill. Edmund was ill, after all.
He felt an odd relief.
Was this the coughing sickness that had claimed Edmund's Jenny and her illegitimate son by Edmund?
Will