“Shoot,” remarked Hugh, still gazing at him imperturbably.
“You have had some thought of being an actor. I’m offering you a part.”
“I didn’t know what business you were in, Mr. Ogden. Are you a producer?”
“No; I’m in the wool business, and I’ll give you some to pull over your Aunt Susanna’s eyes.”
He smiled, and Hugh shook his head.
“I suppose you know what you are talking about.”
“The question is how much stamina have you, Hugh? Could you, for instance, stop your cigarettes? I believe that is the eighth you’re on now.”
“I can do anything I want to, of course,” said the young fellow coolly, “but I don’t believe you can make me want to do that.”
“Are you so in love with your present way of living?” asked Ogden dryly. “Your hall bedroom wouldn’t seem to indicate a very valuable business position.”