"Mr. Frohman would, no doubt, wish to choose the playwright, in case you didn't make the dramatic version yourself."
"But why couldn't Jarvis?"
"Jarvis is totally unknown, you know, and so far unsuccessful in playmaking. You could hardly expect Mr. Frohman to risk a tyro."
She looked at him indignantly. He rated Jarvis like a Dun's Agency.
"But I'm a tyro. Yet you think he might let me do it?"
"Excuse me, you are not a tyro. You are the author of one of the season's most-talked-of books. Your name, in a double rôle, on Mr. Frohman's three-sheets, will be a fine card."
"All I know about play writing I learned from Jarvis," she protested.
"Well, I didn't come to argue about Jarvis's ability or accomplishment, you know. Do you wish me to tell Frohman who you are, or will you come to town and see him yourself?"
"I'd love to go see him. Isn't this exciting?" she cried, as the full force of what she was saying came to her. "Oh, it's fun to do things, and be somebody, isn't it?"
"I don't know. I never tried it."