“All the silly asses want me to make them laugh,” raged Jarvis.
“I am disappointed in my new friend, but the letter to Belasco is here now, so we’ll have a talk with him. Will you go, or shall I?”
“I think I’d like to talk with him, and tell him my views,” Jarvis said.
They sent in the letter, with a request for an interview. In the course of a few days a reply came saying that Mr. Belasco had gone West to see a new production, but if Mr. Jocelyn would send his play to the office it would receive the earliest possible attention. It was a blow to their hopes, but there was nothing else to do, so they dispatched it by messenger.
“I think, maybe, we had better plan to go back home to-morrow, and wait the decision there. The money is vanishing, and I am getting anxious about the Professor. He forgets to write anything of importance.”
“All right. I’ll be glad to go back.”
“Let’s go shop this afternoon, and take the morning train to-morrow.”
“Good. Suits me.”
“What shall I take the Professor? I’ve thought and thought. He’s so hard to shop for.”
