Certainly nothing more definite was said about it.

Yet it was a thing that must be of momentous interest to the manager, and the manager must know that it would be thrilling to the actor.
He left with the Montague girl, who had become suddenly grave and quiet.
But outside the Holden lot, with one of those quick transitions he had so often remarked in her, she brightened with a desperate sort of gaiety.
"I'll tell you what!" she exclaimed.

"Let's go straight down town--it'll be six by the time we get there--and have the best dinner money can buy: lobster and chicken and vanilla ice-cream and everything, right in a real restaurant--none of this tray stuff--and I'll let you pay for it all by yourself.

You got a right to, after that contract.

And we'll be gay, and all the extra people that's eating in the restaurant'll think we're a couple o' prominent film actors.