He sought her eyes again and found them veiled and downcast. "Not the least in the world."
"Then, again, why—?"
"I wanted to get back to work. Besides, I had a little business with a manager."
And so he had; but until this moment he had forgotten it.
"Play business?"
"I'm afraid I know no other."
"Is something new to be produced?"
Matthias nodded: "Goes into rehearsal in August. A melodrama I wrote some time ago—'The Jade God.'"
"Who produces it?"
"Rideout."