“Shall you go to New York to-morrow?”
“Yes, if I can get an appointment by wire. I am going to see about it now.”
“I do hope he will be sensible enough to put it on right away.”
“He told me to rush it. I think he means an immediate production.”
“The end of our work together,” mused Bambi.
He turned to her quickly.
“You care?”
“Don’t you?”
“It has really been your work, Bambi.”
It was her turn to be startled, but evidently he had no ulterior meaning.
“Not at all. I think it is wonderful how well we work together, considering—”
“Considering?” he insisted.
“Oh, our difference in point of view, and, oh, everything!” she added.
“It would disappoint you if it were our last work together?”
“What an idea, Jarvis! I look forward to years and years of annual success by the Jocelyns.”
He frowned uncomfortably, as if to speak, thought better of it, and kept silence.
