"Oh, I'd almost forgotten!" Fanny cried. "Mr. Culp was terribly put out because you weren't there, and made me promise faithfully to ask you to call him up and make an appointment for another private showing."
"Right about what?" Lontaine earnestly wanted to know.
"Why, they were so sure I would screen well, as they put it, Mr. Culp made me an offer, as we were leaving, to act with his wife in her next picture."
Lontaine's eyes widened into a luminous blue stare; and abruptly, as if to hide the thought behind them, he threw away a half-smoked cigarette and, helping himself to another, bent forward, tapping it on a thumb-nail.
"Really, dearest? How priceless! And what did you say to the creature?"
"Oh, I was kind but firm."
"Ben Culp's a big man in the cinema game," Lontaine commented without looking up. "His advice is worth something, Mrs. Druce. If he says you'd make a hit, you might do worse than listen to him. That is, of course, if you should ever think of taking a flyer in the motion-picture business."
"I'm not even dreaming of such a thing. Why, it's absurd!"
"I'll wager you wouldn't say so if you once saw yourself on the screen. Only wish I had a print of those tests to show you."
"I'm not curious."