ang I'd be worth two hundred and fifty a week to you."

"I said a hundred and fifty," Fieldstone corrected; "and, anyhow, kid,
you ain't had no experience dancing."

"Ain't I?" Miss Haig said. She flung down her pocketbook and
handkerchief, and jumped from her seat. "Well, just you watch this!"

For more than ten minutes she postured, leaped, and pranced by turns,
while Fieldstone puffed great clouds of smoke to obscure his
admiration.

[Illustration: She postured, leaped, and pranced by turns]

"How's that?" she panted at last, sinking into a chair.

"Where did you get it?" Fieldstone asked.

"I got it for money--that's where I got it," Miss Haig replied; "and I
got to get money for it--if not by you, by some other concern."

Fieldstone shrugged his shoulders with apparent indifference.

"You know your own book, kid," he said; "but, you can take it from me,
you'll be making the mistake of your life if you quit me."

"Maybe I will and maybe I won't!" Miss Haig said as she gathered up her
handkerchief and pocketbook. "I ain't going to do nothing in a hurry;
but if you want to give me my two weeks' notice now go ahead and do
it!"

"Think it over, kid," Fieldstone said calmly as Miss Haig started for
the door. "Anything can happen in this business. Raymond might drop
dead or something."

Miss Haig slammed the door behind her, but in the moment of doing it
Fieldstone caught the unspoken wish in her flashing eyes.

"So do I!" he said half aloud.

* * * * *

Lyman J. Bienenflug, of the firm of Bienenflug & Krimp, Rooms 6000 to
6020 Algonquin Theatre Building, was a theatrical lawyer in the
broadest sense of the term; and it was entirely unnecessary for Mrs.
Ray Fieldstone to preface every new sentence with "Listen, Mr.
Bienenflug!" because Mr. Bienenflug was listening as a theatrical
lawyer ought to listen, with legs crossed and biting on the end of a
penholder, while his heavy brows were knotted in a frown of deep
consideration, borrowed from Sir J. Forbes Robertson in "Hamlet," Act
III, Scene 1.

"Listen, Mr. Bienenflug! I considered why should I stand for it any
longer?" Mrs. Fieldstone went on. "He usen't anyhow to come home till
two--three o'clock. Now he don't come home at all sometimes. Am I right
or wrong?"

"Quite right," Mr. Bienenflug said. "You have ample grounds for a
limited divorce."

While retaining or, rather, as a dramatic producer would say,
r