She described her entrance, with the subjection of the office boy, the ruse by which she got into the inner office, her interview with Claghorn, and his subsequent promise.
“You are a wonder!” he exclaimed. “I never could have thought of it.”
“I should say you wouldn’t. You’d have been sitting there yet.”
“Did you tell him about the play?”
“In three minutes? I should say not! I had to cram my words in, like loading a rapid-fire gun. Pouf! Pouf! And out!”
“Did he seem intelligent?”
“Yes, rather. I have decided to see managers after this, Jarvis. It will be Jocelyn & Co. You do the work and I’ll sell it. It’s fun.”
“It’s wonderful how the gods look after me,” he said.
“Gods nothing! It’s wonderful how I look after you. You can burn incense to me.”
“I do.”
The play came back shortly, with a brief note from Claghorn. It had some good points, but it was too serious. Not dramatic enough. The third act was weak.
