“She’s my adopted daughter,” said Eliphalet, to be on the safe side.
“I’d put her in the Cinema business, and live luxuriously on a ten per cent. commission of the salary she earned.”
“Strange you should say that. I gave her this part to keep her away from the Cinema.”
“Then it wasn’t fair to the theatre public—or the Cinema public either.”
“Do you consider our chances of success are remote?”
Raymond dropped his cigarette to the floor, and twisted it out with the heel of his boot.
“God, He knows! It’s all a lottery. You’re of the provinces—you should be able to say.”
“But I ask you.”
“Well, if I had to stake my last farthing in a theatrical venture, it would not be in this one.”
“Thanks,” said Eliphalet. “Mine is.”