She was repelled by it and yet excited. She had welcomed the opportunity to let him know that although most women found him irresistible, she did not. She was relieved however when Daly announced to the company his intention to marry Mrs Lyster.
The wedding was celebrated by a party back stage, which Dorothy attended with the rest of the company. Mrs Daly was very proud of her swaggering squinting husband and, thought Dorothy, welcome to him.
The bridegroom had a word or two with her.
‘I’m disappointed in you,’ he told her. ‘I’d hoped to find you heart-broken.’
‘Although I condole with the bride,’ retorted Dorothy, ‘I can hardly be expected to break my heart for her.’
‘And what of the bridegroom?’
‘He’s a man who will know how to look after himself, I don’t doubt.’
‘True, Miss Francis. I know a wise woman like you would recognize in him a man who won’t be denied what he wants.’
‘I am sure Mrs Daly will be able to satisfy all his needs.’
With that Dorothy turned away. In spite of her mockery, he disturbed her.
Shortly after the wedding Ryder told her that he had had to relinquish the lease of the Smock Alley theatre.
‘What will that mean?’ asked Dorothy. ‘If someone else takes it they’ll set up in opposition to Crow Street.’
‘It means exactly that. But I can’t pay the rent just to stop someone else opening up.’
‘But two theatres can’t be filled. You know how hard it is to fill one.’
‘That’s what I’m afraid of. I’m in debt to the tune of thousands of pounds and the owners have offered to waive the debt if I give up the lease. There’s nothing I can do but give it up. It may be that they’ll use the building for something other than the theatre. I can tell you this, it will be a great weight off my mind and off my pocket to be rid of the place.’
The deal went through and Ryder was more at ease than he had been for a long time. Richard Daly was strutting about the theatre as though he were premier actor, manager and owner of the place. He was clearly delighted with his marriage.
Dorothy heard the news through Ryder.
‘Who do you think has taken over Smock Alley? Richard Daly! And he’s going to open up in opposition.’
In the stalls every night sat a young soldier. There were many soldiers in Dublin who came regularly to the theatre but there was something persistent about this one and very soon the company was referring to him as Francis’s admirer.
He was very young – scarcely good-looking, but extremely earnest; and there was no doubt that he was in love.
Flowers and gifts were arriving back-stage for Dorothy and at length she consented to see the young man. She could not help being touched by his naîvety. On the first meeting he proposed marriage.
Very soon Dorothy took him to the family’s lodgings where Grace eagerly studied him. Dorothy was amused because her mother’s dearest wish to see her married was becoming more of an obsession. ‘You are doing well now,’ she would say, ‘but never forget that the life of an actress is a precarious one. The public can drop you as quickly as it takes you up. Look what a private income did for Mrs Lyster.’
‘It bought Richard Daly,’ mocked Dorothy.
‘I don’t mean that. He’ll doubtless run through her fortune for her.’
‘Not he. She’s too good a business woman and he too good a business man for that to happen.’
‘Dorothy, you must learn to be a business woman.’
‘Very well. I’ll start taking lessons.’
‘But best of all is a rich husband to take care of you,’ affirmed Grace. ‘We must find out more about Charles Doyne.’
Dear Charles, he was so young and so much in love! She was sure she could be quite happy married to him. He would never interfere with her career, and it would be pleasant to have a constant admirer. She had to admit that she was not deeply in love with the young man though she liked him well enough, and the more she compared him with Richard Daly the more she liked him. Though why she could compare him with that man seemed irrelevant. What was important was that he would be a docile husband, and there would be children. She had discovered in herself a great desire to have children. It was not that she was so fond of other people’s children; it was those of her own which she wanted. And one of her mother’s most constant fears was that – as in her own case – there might be children without marriage.
Grace was making inquiries. A cornet in the Second Regiment of Horse. A cornet! What did Dorothy think they were paid? The young man was of good family though, his father being Dean of Leighlin, but Grace knew how such families viewed the marriages of their sons with actresses. She must consider with extreme caution.
It was Grace who discovered that Doyne’s income was of the smallest and so was his pay; his family might be good but they were not wealthy and it was clear that the couple would get no support from them.
‘I can continue acting,’ pointed out Dorothy, ‘and we shall be much in the same position as before.’
‘There is the family to be supported and what if you started a family of your own? No, my dear, I see nothing but a life of drudgery. Consider this very carefully. Fortunately you are not in love with the young man.’
No, conceded Dorothy, that was true. And a rising actress did not accept marriage from an impecunious young man merely because she wanted legitimate children. Hester joined her voice to Grace’s and since Charles Doyne was too meek to be a persistent suitor and Dorothy herself could view the relationship from the most practical of viewpoints, she quietly told him that she could not accept his proposal.
Young Charles was desolate and when the company went on tour he made the most of his leave to follow it to Waterford in the hope that Dorothy would change her mind. But she was firm in her resolve and this was strengthened by the fact that the opening of Smock Alley had taken so much business from Ryder that he was forced to cut salaries.
‘Business,’ he said mournfully, ‘is bad. We’re playing to empty houses. Most of it’s going to Smock Alley.’
Ryder grudgingly accepted the fact that Daly was a good business man and with his wife’s money behind him a formidable rival.
It was clearly no time for an insecure actress with family responsibilities to consider marrying a young man who had little beyond his pay as a comet in a regiment of horse.
Dorothy was firm, and accepting defeat Charles Doyne began to look elsewhere for a wife.
Another cut in salary. Dorothy was getting worried. Grace said: ‘I don’t know how we’ll manage. The public is deserting Crow Street for Smock Alley every night. I’ve seen this sort of thing happen before. People like something new. And they say that Daly has engaged John Kemble.’
‘How will he be able to pay his salary?’ pondered Hester.
‘Daly was wise,’ replied Grace. ‘He married a woman who could not only help to fill his theatre by her own performances but could pay for those of others. He’s a very clever gentleman. He’ll go up and the more he rises the lower will Tom Ryder fall.’
‘It’s a gloomy prospect,’ agreed Dorothy. She hated playing to half empty houses almost as much as receiving a small salary, but it was no use complaining to Tom Ryder, for what could he do?
While they were discussing the state of affairs a young boy arrived with a note for Miss Dorothy Francis.
Grace, recognizing whence the boy came, could scarcely suppress her excitement.
Dorothy opened it and read that Richard Daly requested the favour of a visit from Miss Dorothy Francis to his office at the Smock Alley Theatre that afternoon as he had a proposition to put before her.