"What is it?"
"You know all Cork is wild to see you, and my idea is that you shall give a little lecture. We can fill Munster Hall from pit to dome."
Paul looked at the man curiously for a few moments and made up his mind that he was crazy.
"Why, my dear sir, I am not a lecturer. I could not lecture. I never even made a speech in my life."
"That's nothing, that's nothing," responded the nervous and energetic little manager, "So much the better. I will do the lecturing for you. All you will have to do will be to stand there and exhibit your dress."
"Well, under those circumstances," responded Paul, who still considered the manager a little off, and seeing a probable means of paying his hotel bill, "What terms will you give me if I consent?"
"One half the house and I will do the advertising."
"And the lecturing too, remember," said Paul.
"Yes, yes, that's all right, we'll sign the contract immediately."
"But hold on," said Paul, "there is another question I want to ask you.
How much do you suppose my share will be?"