“A private show.”
“Ah, yes! Well?”
“With big-wigs from the best firms, and they are absolutely unanimous that she’s it.”
Mornice tried not to look too proud, but the artifice was transparent. Eliphalet frowned a little.
“I am glad,” he said. “She is certainly very capable—of better things.”
“Yes; I know you hate movies,” said Mornice.
He nodded.
Ronald started afresh.
“A success like that, even at a private proj-show, means a great deal, and——”
“And,” Eliphalet cut in, “you are now going to tell me she has had some flattering offers and ask me to let her accept them, knowing very well that the last time I allowed her to do so was on the undertaking that she returned to the legitimate at the end of the engagement.”