Kit gave a slow smile. “I think Tatton is doing a splendid job, don’t you?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Five minutes to curtain call,” he said loudly. “Places, everyone.” He went down the aisle to take his seat at the desk.
“When I took the food to him, he was really nice,” Olivia said from behind Casey.
Casey turned to look at her. “Please tell me you didn’t fall for him too.”
“No,” Olivia said, “but it’s sad that he has to sit back there by himself. His only friend here is Jack Worth, and he left with Gizzy. And the poor man is starving.”
“I don’t know how he can be, since he ate an entire pie. And for all I know, he cleaned out my fridge. I can’t wait to get home tonight and see what he did in my bedroom.”
“Perhaps, but he did look rather lonely back there. It couldn’t be any fun having all those women act so silly around him.”
“It’s only for a few hours. Then he can fly back to glamorous Hollywood, where there are more people just like him.”
“I’m sure you’re right,” Olivia said.
“Of course I am. How’s Hildy?”
Olivia sighed. “On top of the world. Elated. She’s already called Kevin, my stepson, and told him she has the starring role. When she doesn’t get it…”
Casey took Olivia’s arm. “Kit will fix it. He’s good with problems.”
“Not with all problems, dear,” Olivia said in a tone she’d not used before. “Some things are too much even for him.” Abruptly, she turned away and went down the aisle.
Casey was close behind her. “What do you know about Kit? He’s a great mystery to all of us. He said—”
“The curtain is rising,” Olivia said. “Shall we watch?”
For a moment Casey gazed at Kit. He was so tall, with such a commanding presence, that all he had to do was look at a person and any questions stopped. What did Olivia know about him other than that he’d seen her on Broadway?
As though he knew Casey was staring at him, Kit turned toward her, but his eyes revealed nothing. Feeling as though she was prying into something that wasn’t any of her business, she looked back at the stage.
If
anything, the second batch of women was worse than the first. During the break, Casey had heard the women explaining why they were there. When it was announced that Tate Landers was reading with women who auditioned for Elizabeth, everyone had been giddy. It was a chance to meet, even to speak to, a famous movie star. An unmarried, doesn’t-even-have-a-girlfriend movie star.
Not one of the women had taken the idea of being in a local play seriously. With home and job obligations, they didn’t have time for rehearsals, and certainly not for weekend performances.
The women began to admit that all they really wanted was to say they’d been among the people who’d tried out. The single women wanted to smile seductively at Tate, and the married women wanted to tell him how much they loved his movies. Their shared confidences resulted in the second round of auditions going badly. Some of the women didn’t even appear to make an effort in their performances.
It took only four time-wasting auditions for Kit to see what was going on.
First, he sent the stage manager to Tate to tell him to wait offstage, then, like the military commander everyone believed he had been, Kit ordered the women who’d already tried out to leave. There was a lot of grumbling, but they picked up their handbags and left. Kit told the women who were left to line up near the food tables.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Kit walked past them, his eyes blazing. “I want to make myself clear. Only the serious actors are to remain. If you are here for the sole purpose of making a fool of yourself in front of Mr. Landers, to show him that Summer Hill, Virginia, is the laughingstock of the entire country, to dishonor yourself, your entire family, and this state, then leave now!”
No one dared move. But then, who was going to admit to such low-life objectives?
“Everyone else is to get their scripts and memorize their lines. You have seen Mr. Landers, so you know what a true actor is supposed to do. When you go on that stage I want you to become Elizabeth Bennet. To clarify that: A man you thoroughly dislike has told you that he loves you. But at the same time he’s saying that he can’t believe he wants to marry you because you and your entire family are far beneath him in education, culture, good manners, and money. You are to react with anger to the dreadful things he is saying.”
Kit looked at each of the dozen women standing in a line before him. “I want no more teenage, starry-eyed gaping at Mr. Landers. I want you to show him what Virginians can do. Show this actor what you can do!”
Olivia and Casey were behind Kit and saw the way the women stood straighter at his words.
He continued. “While you are going over your lines—this time with serious intent—another actress is going to show you how the scene should be played.”
Nodding, Casey looked at Olivia. “He means you.”
She shook her head. “I’m too old. Maybe it’s that girl who played Lydia.”