"I suppose—I suppose, I am a bit unreasonable just this minute," he said slowly. "I'm hard hit and—and I don't just know the way out. Still, I haven't any right to—to expect more of you than there is in you, you poor little thing! It's not your fault, but mine, that I've expected—Oh, for God's sake—Nance—go, and leave me alone!"
I had to take that with me to the Van Twiller, and it wasn't pleasant. But Tausig received me with open arms.
"Got tired of staying out in the cold—eh?" he grinned.
"I'm tired of vaudeville," I answered. "Can't you give me a chance in a comedy?"
"Hm! Ambitious, ain't you?"
"Obermuller has a play all ready for me—written for me. He'd star me fast enough if he had the chance."
"But he'll never get the chance."
"Oh, I don't know."
"But I do. He's on the toboggan; that's where they all get, my dear, when they get big-headed enough to fight us."
"But Obermuller's not like the others. He's not so easy. And he is so clever; why, the plot of that comedy is the bulliest thing—"