"So that you can show it to Godolphin?"
"I guess so."
"I see that you're not sure of it. We must go over it before he comes. He hasn't been here yet?"
"Not yet."
"Why are you so quiet, Brice? Is anything the matter? You look tired."
"I'm not particularly tired."
"Then you are worried. What is it?"
"Oh, you would have to know, sooner or later." He took a letter from his pocket and gave it to her. "It came just after I had finished my morning's work."
She pulled it out of the envelope and read:
"Manchester-by-the-Sea, Friday.
"Dear Sir: I beg leave to relinquish any claim that you may feel I have established to the play you have in hand. As it now stands, I do not see my part in it, and I can imagine why you should be reluctant to make further changes in it, in order to meet my requirements.
"If I can be of any service to you in placing the piece, I shall be glad to have you make use of me.
"Yours truly,
"Launcelot Godolphin."