She was aching to know if he had learned of her marriage. But then she felt sure he couldn't possibly have heard about it. Still, she wondered, if he did know, would it modify his attitude toward her in any way?
"Yes," she resumed briskly, to cover her momentary hesitation, "I left it the week we played 'Frisco. I had to. The star and I couldn't seem to hit it off, somehow. You know how that is."
"And yet you must have managed to agree with him pretty well, from all I hear."
"What did you hear?"
(Did he really know, then?)
"Why," Matthias explained ingeniously, "you must have been with the sketch for several months, by your own account. You couldn't have been bickering all that time."
Confidence returned.... "Oh, that! Yes, of course. But I could see it coming a long ways ahead. So I quit, and came back to look for another engagement. You—"
She broke off, stammering.
"Beg pardon?" Matthias queried curiously.
Joan flushed again. "You don't know of anything I could do, just now, I suppose?"