“But, my dear sir, what is there to be talked of?” The Leading man seems to think the lady dull and drifts away.
Then the second.
“Who—— that fellow told you he could get you a part? Why he’s only the leading man. I am a director. Leave it to me. Just you and I will go out for a little dinner tomorrow night and talk things over—”
“But, my dear sir, the leading man also asked me to go out with him to dinner, or come to his apartment so the business could be settled—”
Still a third man.
“Did he say he was the director? I am the director. He is only the assistant director. He has no say. I will fix you up, you black eyed beauty. Tomorrow night if you meet me, I’ll have a fine big car, so warm inside. We will take a little trip, you and I, oh, just to talk over some details, I—”
Madam speaks again.
“But, my dear sir, three times now tonight have I been asked out to dinner to see what shall be done for me to get a part. Does one always have to eat dinner before getting into pictures?”
A fourth man.
“Piffle, I am manager of the entire company. Those fellows haven’t a word to say about it; just bunking you. Come with me to my little cabin up in laurel canyon tomorrow night. It is quiet and we will not be disturbed while talking over the business. I—”