He felt a kindly pity for the child.
There could be little future in this difficult art for one who took it so lightly; who talked so frankly to strangers without being introduced.
At luncheon in the cafeteria he waited a long time in the hope of encountering Henshaw, who would perhaps command his further services in the cause of creative screen art.

He meant to be animated at this meeting, to show the director that he could be something more than an actor who had probed the shams of Broadway.

But he lingered in vain.

He thought Henshaw would perhaps be doing without food in order to work on the scenario for Robinson Crusoe, Junior.
He again stopped to thank his friend, the casting director, for securing him his first chance.

She accepted his thanks smilingly, and asked him to drop around often.