“Of whom, then?”
“Of yourself.”
“I am flattered, sir. And in what capacity are you thinking of me?” There was something too sleek and oily in Binet’s voice for Andre-Louis’ taste.
“I am thinking of you in the part of Scaramouche.”
“Day-dreams,” said Andre-Louis. “You are amusing yourself, of course.”
“Not in the least. I am quite serious.”
“But I am not an actor.”
“You told me that you could be.”
“Oh, upon occasion... a small part, perhaps...”
“Well, here is a big part—the chance to arrive at a single stride. How many men have had such a chance?”