"Where are you goin'?" "To the large armchair." "Welcome to our city," said he, as he lifted the rail. "Nobody allowed in here except by appointment." "That's all right. I understand that," she said nonchalantly, and sank into the haven of the chair. All the details of the office, which bored Jarvis, or which he entirely failed to see, fascinated Bambi. She set herself to the subjection of the office boy, by a request for the baseball score. "Say, are you a fan?" he asked. "Can't you see it in my eye?" He was launched. He gave her a minute biographical sketch of every player on the team, his past and future possibilities. He went over all the games of the past season, while Bambi turned an enraptured face upon him. He was frequently interrupted by actors and actresses who came by appointment, or otherwise, and he gave her all the racy details concerning them at his disposal. By indirection she obtained a description of Claghorn, so that he might not escape her if he came in. All the actors looked at her with interest, the actresses with disdain. One whispered to the boy, who shook his head. "Say, what you wid?" he asked her later. "I don't understand you." His look became suspicious. "What show you with?" "With 'Success,'" she answered hastily, patting the manuscript. "Roadshow?" "No." "Playing New York?" "Not yet." "Gimme two pasteboards when you come to town. I'd like to see you." "All right. What's your name?" "Robert Mantell Moses. I'm going on, in comic opera, some day." "So?" said Bambi. "Song and dance. Are you a dancer?" "I am." "Toe or Tango?" "I beg pardon." "Toe dancer, or Tango artist?" "Oh, I do them both." "Do you do the Kitchen Sink? And the Wash Tub?" Bambi thought fast. "Yes. And the One-legged Smelt. Also the Jabberwock Jig." He inspected her suspiciously. "Say, those are new ones on me." "Really?" She was thoroughly enjoying herself when the brazen-mouthed clock twanged twelve. "Goodness! Is it as late as that? Claghorn's ins are mostly outs." "Give me that again." "You said he was in and out." "Nix on the rough stuff." "What a lovely phrase! I must tell that to Jarvis." "Who's Jarvis? Your steady?" "No. He's a--relative by marriage." "Nix on the 'in-laws' for me." He suddenly straightened up to attention as a big, fierce-looking man plunged in, nearly demolished the railing in passage, and made for a door marked "Private." "Any mail?" he shouted. "No. Lady to see you, sir," the boy replied. Bambi rose to meet the foe, who never glanced at her. He jerked open the door, but he was not quick enough for the originator of the Jabberwock Jig. Her small foot was slid into the space between the door and the threshold. It was at the risk of losing a valuable member, but she was so angry at being ignored that she never thought of it. When the gentleman found that the door would not close, he stuck his head out, and nearly kissed Bambi, whose smiling countenance happened to be in the way.