“He certainly was frank enough,” Paula went on after a while.  “He wants to make a real killing he says.  Something he’s never quite brought off before.  He says the reason he’s always failed before is that he’s had to go and mix a love-affair up with it somehow.  He’s either fallen in love with the woman or she with him or if it was a man he was managing, they both went mad over the same woman.  Something always happened anyhow to make a mess of it.  But he says he isn’t interested in me in the least in that way and that he can see plainly enough that I’m not in him.  But imagine five years with him!”

She broke off with a shudder, not a real shudder though.  The sort one makes over a purely imaginary prospect.  Some expression of her feeling must have betrayed itself in Mary’s face, for Paula, happening to look at her just then, sat up abruptly.

“Oh, I know,” she said.  “It’s all very well, but that’s the sort of person you have to go in with and that’s the sort of scheme you have to go into if you’re going to get anywhere.  Something of the sort anyhow,—­I never heard of one exactly like this.  But this is what he proposes:  we’re each to put up twenty thousand dollars.  That’s easy enough as far as I’m concerned because what I put up isn’t to be spent at all.  It’s just to be turned over to somebody—­some banker like Martin Whitney—­as a guarantee that I won’t break my contract.  He says he wouldn’t take on anybody in my position without a guarantee like that.  He’s to spend the money he puts up for publicity and other things but he’s to get paid back out of what I earn.  He’s to be my manager absolutely.  I’m to go wherever he says; carry out any contracts he makes for me.  He’s to pay my expenses and guarantee me ten thousand a year beyond that.  If he doesn’t pay me that much, then it’s he that breaks the contract.  And of course, he can’t make me do anything that would ruin my voice or my health.  He says he’s going to work me like a dog.  That’s what he thinks I need.  He says he can get me in with the Chicago company for their road tour before their regular season opens here.  He won’t let me sing either in Chicago or New York until I’ve landed, but he wants me to go to New York this winter and coach with Scotti, if we can get him.  Then go to Mexico City in the spring and then down to Buenos Aires for their winter season there.  That’s July and August, of course, when it’s summer up here.  By that time he thinks we’ll be ready for Europe; London or Paris.  He’s rather in favor of London.  He knows all the ropes and he’ll buy the people that have to be bought and square the people that have to be squared and work the publicity.  He says he’s the best publicity man in the world and I guess he knows.  Then after a year or two over there, he thinks we’ll be ready to come back to the Metropolitan and clean up.”

“And what,” asked Mary, “is his share of the clean-up to be?”