“Yes.”
“But you don’t want to stay put?”
“No.”
“You want to run away and-be-a-great-actress?”
“I’m going to try.”
“Try to do what?”
“Find out what I can do and do it!” she replied hotly, almost on the verge of tears.
He looked up at the delicate, flushed beauty of her face.
It wasn’t a question of talent. Most women have the actress in them. With or lacking intelligence it can be developed enough for Broadway use.
“You young girls,” he said, “expect to travel everywhere on your looks. And some of you do. And they last as long as their looks last. But men get nowhere without brains.”