“And perhaps a suspicion of je-ne-sais-quoi,” added Wally.
Mr Goble worried his cigar, and essayed a new form of attack.
“You’ve done a lot of work for me,” he said. “Good work!”
“Glad you liked it,” said Wally.
“You’re a good kid! I like having you around. I was half thinking of giving you a show to do this Fall. Corking book. French farce. Ran two years in Paris. But what’s the good, if you want the earth?”
“Always useful, the earth. Good thing to have.”
“See here, if you’ll fix up this show for half of one per cent, I’ll give you the other to do.”
“You shouldn’t slur your words so. For a moment I thought you said ‘half of one per cent.’ One and a half of course you really said.”
“If you won’t take half, you don’t get the other.”
“All right,” said Wally. “There are lots of other managers in New York. Haven’t you seen them popping about? Rich, enterprising men, and all of them love me like a son.”