Mr Bishop And the Actress
“Thank God.’ And then relief gives way to anger and tears from us both. ‘How could you do this, you foolish, foolish girl? We have been worried half to death over you.’ ‘Forgive me. I am so sorry, Mrs Marsden. I know it was a mistake and I have been so lucky. I know now how wrong I was.’ She draws away from me. ‘How did you find me?’ ‘Pure chance.’ In the one theatre in London I had hoped to avoid. ‘And you left behind your diary.’ She blushes, affronted. ‘Some of that was very private.’ ‘But how did you arrive here?’ Harry says.
‘It’s very simple,’ Amelia says. ‘On the journey to London, I found a newspaper, only a couple of days old, at one of the inns and read that Mr Marsden planned a new production in the Theatre Royal in Poplar. So I made my way here and told Mr Marsden that I knew you, Mrs Marsden. I did not realize you were father and daughter.’ Indeed, no. Why should she? I had told her myself Billy Marsden and I were only distantly related and at this moment I wish it were so.
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