“There are some lovely places.”
“I suppose so.”
“I’ll show you about, if I may. I’d like to.”
“I sha’n’t be here long,” he said. “Only a few days.” Since he had failed, he might as well go back quickly.
“I’m sorry you can’t stay longer,” she said—wistfully, it seemed.
That silly lie he had told to the managing editor to save his dignity, came into his mind. It would save his dignity here too.
“I came to see the moving picture people about my play,” he said.
“Oh, did Winters write you about it?”
“Winters? No.”
“I told him about it, and he was very much interested.”