Parr’s understudy, unsurprisingly, had found himself a patron, but Julien didn’t regret that loss. He hadn’t wanted the actor when he’d had the opportunity and certainly didn’t want him now. In fact, none of the available actors appealed to him.
He’d been hoping to find someone relatively new, but the actors backstage at the Haymarket were jaded and all too familiar with the game. Try though he might, Julien couldn’t help comparing them to Leander. That they all were lacking only darkened his mood further.
It had been nearly two weeks since he’d sent Leander a letter and there had been no reply. Every time Julien thought of it, his skin crawled with humiliation. He had humbled himself—to a certain extent—in that letter, and Leander had ignored him.
“No one who appeals to you?”
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