“Say, are you a fan?” he asked.
“Can’t you see it in my eye?”
He was launched. He gave her a minute biographical sketch of every player on the team, his past and future possibilities. He went over all the games of the past season, while Bambi turned an enraptured face upon him.
He was frequently interrupted by actors and actresses who came by appointment, or otherwise, and he gave her all the racy details concerning them at his disposal. By indirection she obtained a description of Claghorn, so that he might not escape her if he came in.
All the actors looked at her with interest, the actresses with disdain. One whispered to the boy, who shook his head.
“Say, what you wid?” he asked her later.
“I don’t understand you.”
His look became suspicious. “What show you with?”
“With ‘Success,’” she answered hastily, patting the manuscript.
“Roadshow?”
“No.”
“Playing New York?”
