“Did she? Will your wife want to come to rehearsals?”
“I think so. Would there be any objections?”
“Not if she is co-author.”
“She is very clever.”
“I don’t doubt it. You leave that copy here. I’ll go over it, in part, with the author, and let her take it to look over. I will wire you what day I want to get the company together for a reading.”
“All right, sir.”
“If the author is satisfied with this, I’ll have a contract made out to submit to you and your wife. In the meantime, do you want an advance?”
“No, thanks.”
“All right. You’ll hear from me. You’ve done surprisingly well with this, Jocelyn—you, or your wife.”
“Thank you. Good-day.”
“Good-day.”
At three o’clock the other member of the Jocelyn family arrived.
“You are good to see me. I would have burst with curiosity before Jarvis got back,” she began the minute she got inside the door.
“I naturally wanted to consult the author before I accepted the play.”
