Yes, perhaps next week.

I have your address." When the aspirants were women, as they mostly were, the someone back of the window would add "dear" to the speech: "No, nothing to-day, dear." There seemed never to be anything to-day, and Clifford Armytage spent very little of his waiting time in this room.

It made him uncomfortable to be stared at by other applicants, whether they stared casually, incuriously, or whether they seemed to appraise him disparagingly, as if telling him frankly that for him there would never be anything to-day.
Then he saw that he, too, must undergo that encounter at the little window.

Too apparently he was not getting anywhere by loitering about outside.

It was exciting, but the producers would hardly look there for new talent.
He chose a moment for this encounter when the waiting room was vacant, not caring to be stared at when he took this first step in forming a connection that was to be notable in screen annals.