"I am interested, Mr.Trent, in what you yourself have come to do." "I--Oh, I have done nothing," declared Trent.
"In your aims, then, let us say, I understand that you intend to try the drama ?" "Well, I confess to having done a play that I think isn't bad," replied Trent, blushing over all his fresh, smooth-shaven face.

"Benson has promised me a hearing." "Ah, I know him--he's always eager for new blood.

Perhaps you wouldn't mind my speaking a word or two to him?
"Mind!" exclaimed the younger man, his voice shaking.

"Why, I can't tell you how happy it would make me." They had reached Eighteenth Street, and Trent paused a moment on the corner before turning off to the big red-brick apartment house where he was temporarily placed.

"I'd like to walk up to Thirty-fifth with you," he added, "but my mother is expecting me and it makes her nervous when I stay out after dark.