“But you've changed.”
“Yes. Since I wrote it. It doesn't matter. It may bring money, it may not. Likely not. Ninety per cent, of 'em fail, you know. This is all I've got—every cent All my energy and what courage I've got goes after it—into The Nature Film Producing Company. Please understand that! I'm leading up to something.”
She looked a thought disturbed. He rushed on.
“Zanin's got it into his head that he's going to take you south to do all the outdoor scenes.”
“I haven't agreed to that. He feels that it's necessary.”
“Yes, he does. He's sincere enough. Remember, I'm talking impersonally. As I told you, we've got to be businesslike—and frank. We've got to!”
“Of course,” said she.
“I'm beginning to see that Zanin is just as much of a hero with other people's money as he is with his own.”
“That goes with the temperament, I suppose.”
“Undoubtedly. But now, see! That trip south—taking actors and camera man and outfit—staying around at hotels—railway fares—it will cost a fortune.”