“The work you’ve done for him! And Reggie—he treated him like a dog!”
“Personally, it doesn’t matter to me,” said Reggie. “I can always find a contract—it’s you——”
“For the matter of that, we can all find contracts,” interrupted Stella with a taste of acid in her voice: “I can have my own company when I please, and I’ve got two directors mad to direct me, and two men I know would put up every cent of money to give me my own company—at least, they’d put up a lot. And Chauncey Seller is raving to play opposite me, and you know what a star he is; and he’d let me be featured and go into small type himself. He’s a lovely man, and the best juvenile in this country or any other.”
Mr. Connolly coughed.
“The point is, can we get the money now?” asked Foss, practical for once.
There was no immediate and enthusiastic assurance from the girl.
“Because, if not, I think I can get all I want,” said Foss surprisingly. “I won’t say from whom, or how I’m going to get it. But I’m certain I can get big money, and it will be easier to get it for some specific object than to ask for it for myself.”
“Less risky?” suggested Connolly, with a desire to be in the conversation.
It was an unfortunate remark, the more so since by chance he had hit the nail on the head. Foss went a dull red.
“What the hell do you mean by ‘less risky’?” he demanded.