"Oh, for God's sake sit down," burst out Cayley. "Or go outside
if you want to walk about."
Bill turned round in astonishment.
"Hallo, what's the matter?"
Cayley was slightly ashamed of his outburst.
"Sorry, Bill," he apologized. "My nerves are on edge. Your
constant tapping and fidgeting about--"
"Tapping?" said Bill with an air of complete surprise.
"Tapping on the shelves, and humming. Sorry. It got on my
nerves."
"My dear old chap, I'm awfully sorry. I'll go out in the hall."
"It's all right," said Cayley, and went on with his letter. Bill
sat down in his chair again. Had Antony understood? Well,
anyhow, there was nothing to do now but wait for Cayley to go.
"And if you ask me," said Bill to himself, much pleased, "I ought
to be on the stage. That's where I ought to be. The complete
actor."
A minute, two minutes, three minutes .... five minutes. It was
safe now. Antony had guessed.
"Is the car there?" asked Cayley, as he sealed up his letter.
Bill strolled into the hall, called back "Yes," and went out to
talk to the chauffeur.
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