"What time do you expect Mr. Belasco?"
"Goodness only knows."
"Do you think he will come to-day?"
"Far be it from me to say."
"But I wish to see him."
"Many a blond has twirled his thumbs around here for weeks for the same reason."
"But I am only in New York for a little while."
"I should worry," said she, opening her typewriter desk. "Give me your play. I'll see that it gets to him."
"I'd rather talk to him myself."
"Suit yourself."