To think that one word from this laughing lady would secure his work a hearing, and that he dared not ask her.

She was up in the world, he was down.

She was great, he was nobody.
He felt a sort of chill at this woman--all brains and no heart.

He took his picture and his plays under his arms and crept sorrowfully away.
The actress's eye fell on him as he went off like a fifth act.

His Don Quixote face struck her.