At least, I told him some things about you, and he thinks you can get away with it." He went moodily at her side, thinking swift thoughts.

It seemed ungracious to tell her of his loathing for the Buckeye comedies, those blasphemous caricatures of worth-while screen art.

It would not be fair.
And perhaps here was a quick way to discharge his debt and be free of obligation to the girl.

Of course he would always feel a warm gratitude for her trusting kindness, but when he no longer owed her money he could choose his own line of work.

Rather bondage to some Hollywood Gashwiler than clowning in Baird's infamies! "Well, I'll try anything he gives me," he said at last, striving for the enthusiasm he could not feel.
"You'll go big, too," said the girl.