"Then leave it all to me."
"But WHAT am I to do?"
"Sing, if you can. If not, then act. We'll have you on the stage within a year or so. I'm sure of it. And I'll get my money back, with interest."
"I don't see how I can accept it," said Mildred very feebly.
"You've got to," said Stanley. "What alternative is there? None. So let's bother no more about it. I'll consult with those who know, find out what the thing costs, and arrange everything. You're as helpless as a baby, and you know it."
Yes, Mildred knew it.
He looked at her with an amused smile. "Come, out with it!" he cried. "You've got something on your mind. Let's get everything straight—and keep it that way."
Mildred hung her head.
"You're uneasy because I, a man, am doing this for you, a young woman? Is that it?"
"Yes," she confessed.