"My amiable first husband," she announced, "has charged me to arrange for an audience at your convenience."
"As soon as you like," Lucinda laughed—"I mean, give me time to crawl into some clothes."
"Sure you don't mind?—and the day so immature!"
"Not a bit. In fact, I've been thinking, if we're really going through with this lunatic adventure, the less time we lose the better."
"If!" Fanny caught the word up quickly. "Does that mean you want to reconsider?"
"No, dear; merely that I've been wondering, ever since I woke up, whether the night might not have brought your husband perhaps wiser counsel."
"So much depends upon what you mean by 'wiser.' But if it's a change of heart, I'm in a position to assure you nothing like that has happened to Harry."
"I only meant—between ourselves—I can't think it quite wise of him to risk much on my chances of making good as a movie star."
Fanny achieved a ladylike snort of derision. "Never worry about what Harry risks! Besides, I won't for an instant admit there's any chance of failure, so far as you're concerned, Cindy. But I will admit I'm counting on your common-sense to hold Harry down to earth."
"How do you mean, dear?"