“Poor boy!”
“I don’t think he’ll write another.”
“Great heavens! Is he so bad?”
“Terribly weak. I told him you were in town and he was anxious to see you.”
“Why didn’t you invite him up?”
“I did. He said he’d like to come this afternoon if you were willing.”
“By all means. Better call him up at once.”
Bret went to the telephone, but turned to say, trying to be casual, “He asked if you’d be interested in hearing his play.”
“Indeed I would!” There was distinct animation in this. “Ask him to bring it along.”
Bret cleared his throat guiltily. “I told him I was sure you’d be dying to hear it, and he said he wondered if you would mind if he—er—brought along a friend to read it. Vick’s voice is so weak, you know.”