If married people are in
love with each other, they're going to think more about that
than about the fact that they're working for me. If they aren't
in love with each other, there's the devil to pay. I'd let the
best man or woman in the profession go--and they could go to
vaudeville, for all I cared!--if I had to keep their wives or
husbands travelling with us. I won't have 'em! My soul! I don't
marry, do I?"
Packer rose. "Is there anything else for me, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes. Take this interlined script, get some copies typewritten,
and see that the company's sides are changed to suit it. Be
especially careful about that young Miss--ah--Miss Malone's.
You'll find her part is altered considerably, and will be even
more, when Mr. Canby gets the dialogue for other changes
finished. He'll let you have them to-morrow. By the way, Packer,
where did you find--" He paused, stretched out his hand to the
miniature sedan chair of liqueurs, took a decanter and tiny
glass therefrom, and carefully poured himself a sparkling
emerald of creme de menthe. "Will you have something, Mr.
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