IX
JARVIS marshalled his reluctant feet into “Forward, March!” down the hall, and trod softly in the hope that he could get past Bambi’s door; but at his first step on the corridor it was flung open, and the small figure silhouetted against the light of the room behind.
“You read him the play?”
He led her gently into the room, closed the door, and faced her.
“Jarvis, he refused it?” she cried.
“I have spent seven hours sitting in an anteroom with a blond steno, waiting. Nobody has been near, all day, excepting fat old girls and Billy boys, looking for jobs.”
“Belasco didn’t come?”
“He did not. What’s more, he sometimes does not come for days.”
“Couldn’t they send him word you were there?”
Even Jarvis smiled at this.
“My dear, they treated me with the same consid-
