"Then you want me to go?" inquired she, with a certain
melancholy but without any weakness.
He ignored her question. He demanded:
"Who's giving it to you?"
"Brent."
Spenser leaned from the bed toward her in his excitement.
"_Robert_ Brent?" he cried.
"Yes. I'm to have a part in one of his plays."
Spenser laughed harshly. "What rot! You're his mistress."
"It wouldn't be strange for you to think I'd accept that
position for so little, but you must know a man of his sort
wouldn't have so cheap a mistress."
"It's simply absurd."
"He is to train me himself."
"You never told me you knew him."
"I don't."
"Who got you the job?"
"He saw me in Fitzalan's office the day you sent me there. He
asked me to call, and when I went he made me the offer."
"Absolute rot. What reason did he give?"
"He said I looked as if I had the temperament he was in search of."
"You must take me for a fool."
"Why should I lie to you?"
"God knows. Why do women lie to men all the time? For the
pleasure of fooling them."
"Oh, no. To get money, Rod--the best reason in the world, it
being rather hard for a woman to make money by working for it."
"The man's in love with you!"
"I wish he were," said Susan, laughing. "I'd not be here, my
dear--you may be sure of that. And I'd not content myself
with forty a week. Oh, you don't know what tastes I've got!
Wait till I turn myself loose.
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