“You did want your name on the bills, then?”
She stopped in alarm. Had she given it away after all her trouble?
“How do you mean on the bills?”
“As co-author? Mr. Frohman asked me. I told him you had never spoken of it, but that I wanted you to have full credit.”
“What else did you tell Mr. Frohman about me?”
“I told him you were clever.”
“What did he say?” she laughed.
“Said he didn’t doubt it. He will allow you to come to rehearsals.”
“I should hope so! So it’s all settled?”
“Yes, if the author consents. She was to see the play at three this afternoon.”
“Was she? Why didn’t you wait and see her?”
“She wished to talk to Mr. Frohman alone.”
“Isn’t she tiresome, with all her mystery? You don’t think she could hold us up on it now, at the last minute, do you?”
“She could, but I don’t think she will. Rehearsals will be called next week.”
“Oh, goody! Jarvis, aren’t you happy about it?”
“Yes.”
“But you aren’t happy enough!”
