Paul stopped talking. His feelings were hurt. He had thought Ivo liked him; now he saw all the outworlder wanted to do was talk about his own problems. "I desire to extend to you a position," said Ivo. "I can't take a regular job," Paul said sulkily. "I have to be available for interviews. Fellow I knew took a job in a store and, when he was called to read for a part, he couldn't get away. The fellow who did get that part became a big star, and maybe the other fellow could have been a star, too, but now all he is is a lousy chairman of the board of some department store chain--" "This work can be undergone at your convention between readings and interviews, whenever you have the timing. I shall pay you beautifully, being abundant with U.S.A. currency. I want you to teach me how to act." "Teach you how to act," Paul repeated, rather intrigued. "Well, I'm not a dramatic coach, you know; however, I do happen to have some ideas on the subject. I feel that most acting teachers nowadays fail to give their students a really thorough grounding in all aspects of the dramatic art. All they talk about is method, method, method. But what about technique?" "I have observed your species with great diligence and I thought I had acquisitioned your habits and speakings to perfectness. But I fear that, like my initial face, I have got them awry. I want you to teach me to act like a human being, to talk like a human being, to think like a human being." Paul's attention was really caught. "Well, that _is_ a challenge! I don't suppose Stanislavsky ever had to teach an extraterrestrial, or even Strasberg--" "Then we are in accordance," Ivo said. "You will instruction me?" He essayed a smile. Paul shuddered. "Very well," he said. "We'll start now. And I think the first thing we'd better start with is lessons in smiling." Ivo proved to be a quick study. He not only learned to smile, but to frown and to express surprise, pleasure, horror--whatever the occasion demanded. He learned the knack of counterfeiting humanity with such skill that, Paul was moved to remark one afternoon when they were leaving Brooks Brothers after a fitting, "Sometimes you seem even more human than I do, Ivo. I wish you'd watch out for that tendency to rant, though. You're supposed to speak, not make speeches." "I try not to," Ivo said, "but I keep getting carried away by enthusiasm." "Apparently I have a real flair for teaching," Paul went on as, expertly camouflaged by Brooks, the two young men melted into the dense charcoal-gray underbrush of Madison Avenue. "I seem to be even more versatile than I thought. Perhaps I have been--well, not wasting but limiting my talents." "That may be because your talents have not been sufficiently appreciated," his star pupil suggested, "or given enough scope."