“Well,” concluded Baron, “now let’s see what’s up.” He had turned on the light, and now he shoved a chair in Baggot’s direction.
“What do you think of the play?” demanded Baggot.
“I haven’t read it yet.”
“Dear child, do try to love me, won’t you?”
Baggot laughed lamely and his whole bearing expressed contempt. “You don’t seem to be at all excited about it!” he complained.
Baron made no response to that. He was wondering where Baggot got his enthusiasm for things.
“Well, the point is,” continued the other, “I’ve got a producer, and it’s to be put on right away. Over at the Palace. They’ve got a summer stock company, you know. They’re going to give it a trial performance.”
Baron was surprised. “I congratulate you,” he said. “I supposed such things were pretty hard to manage.”
Baggot explained with complete frankness. “I know that. You see, I’ve got an uncle who is financially interested in the Palace. He’s got confidence in me—in this play, anyway. He made them give me a trial. And that’s all I ask for. It’ll go like wild-fire. You’ll see.”