"How soon?"
"In Faust, on the tenth of next month."
"In Faust?"
The impresario saw that Thayer was hesitating. The idea of Faust plainly attracted him, and the impresario hastily followed up the advantage.
"Yes, we want you for Valentine."
"My favorite part," Thayer said, half to himself.
The impresario smiled serenely. He felt no question now as to the outcome of his errand.
"Calvé will sing Marguerite; it will be a good cast. After that, we shall need you, two or three times a week, and the salary—"
Impatiently Thayer brushed his words aside.
"How soon must you have my answer?"