“Found anything to do?” he asked.
“Not yet,” I answered.
“Suppose you can't get anything?”
“If the worst comes to the worst,” I replied, “I can hang myself.”
“Well, you know the girl. Maybe you are right,” he agreed.
“Hope it won't throw much extra work on you,” I said.
“Well, I shan't be catching it if it does,” was his answer. “That's all right.”
He walked with me to the “Angel,” and there we parted.
“If you do get on to the stage,” he said, “and it's anything worth seeing, and you send me an order, and I can find the time, maybe I'll come and see you.”
I thanked him for his promised support and jumped upon the tram.