"That's just it, Miss Lee. It isn't any part at all, so to speak, we'll only need you three or four days; what Mr. Summerlad's afraid of is, you'll think it beneath your dignity."
"Is it such an undignified part?"
"Well, you'd have to play second fiddle to Alice Drake."
Miss Drake was Summerlad's leading woman pro tem. Lucinda made a laughing face.
"Is that all? Going on the fuss you make, I thought you'd at least want me to play a Sennett Bathing Beauty. I see no reason in the world why I should balk at playing second to as good an actress as Miss Drake."
"Well, not only that, but the part isn't big enough for you, Linda—only a bit, you know, so little it's scarcely worth mentioning."
"Then who will know or care who acts in it? I'd perfectly love to do it for you, if you think I can."
"Knew she would!" Jacques crowed. "What'd I tell you? A thoroughbred's a thoroughbred every time!"
"You are a brick, Linda, and no mistake. You've no idea what a load you've taken off our minds. You see, this part, while nothing to speak of in itself, is awfully important to the picture in one way; it absolutely demands somebody who's got everything you've got."
"If we stick in anybody that hasn't," Jacques interpolated, "the whole works will postolutely go ker-flooey."