JIM. Burgess don't seem to be losing sleep over the tricks he's turned. He's happy and prosperous, but I guess he ain't any better now than he was then.
LAURA. Maybe not. I've been trying to get an engagement from him. There are half a dozen parts in his new attractions that I could do, but he has never absolutely said "no," but yet somehow he's never said "yes."
JIM. He spoke about you.
LAURA. In what way? [Rising, stands behind JIM'S chair.
JIM. I gave him my address and he seen it was yours, too. Asked if I lived in the same place.
LAURA. Was that all?
JIM. Wanted to know how you was getting on. I let him know you needed work, but I didn't tip my hand you was flat broke. He said something about you being a damned fool.
LAURA. [Suddenly and interested.] How? [She crosses.
JIM. Well, Johnny Ensworth—you know he used to do the fights on the Evening Journal; now he's press-agent for Burgess; nice fellow and way on the inside—he told me where you were in wrong.
LAURA. What have I done? [Sits in armchair.