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Rh and you all hungry as wolfses.” She hurried off, muttering.

Jarvis and Bambi sat down.

“Isn’t there something you want to tell me? I can’t just remember what you went to New York for?”

“We went to sell my play,” Jarvis prompted.

“To be sure. It had escaped me for a moment. Were you successful?”

“We were not.”

“Oh, Jarvis, how can you say that? We don’t know yet. Belasco is considering it.”

“What is this Belasco?”

Bambi looked at Jarvis, and they both laughed.

“Isn’t he refreshing?” she remarked. “I’ve thought for two weeks in terms of managers. They fill the universe. They are the gods. Their nod is life or death, and now my nearest relative says, ‘What is Belasco?’”

“It’s a sort of meat sauce, isn’t it?”

Consternation on both their faces, then an outburst from Bambi.

“No, no! That’s tabasco, you dear, blessed innocent.”

“Belasco is one of the leading managers in New York, Professor,” explained Jarvis, patiently. “He