She was pressing her hands against her temples. “Yes,” she replied, in a daze, “I see.”
“Well, now.” He found a cigarette on the tabouret; lighted it, squared around. “The Interstellar people aren't fools. They know we're stuck. They've made us an offer.”
“For the control?”
He nodded. “For the control, yes. But they leave us an interest. They'd have to or pay us good big salaries. You see, they're in, too. It means some sacrifice for us, but—oh, well, after all, 't means that the Nature Film has a value. They'll finance it and undertake the distribution. There's where we might have come a cropper anyway—the distribution. I've just begun to see that. You keep learning.”
She was trying to think. Even succeeding after a little.
“Jacob,” she said, very quiet, “why do you bring this to me?”
He spread his hands. “This is business, now. I'll be brutal.”
She nodded, lips compressed.
“You and Peter—you're to be married, the minute we get the picture done, I suppose.”
“But that—”