Stone didn’t know anybody there, but he recognized a few faces from the Broadway stage. There were at least forty people for dinner, so he reckoned it would be a buffet, and he was right.

They worked the room slowly, and they could just as well have stood still and let the crowd come to them, such was Carrie’s new fame. Stone admired the way she met people, not as an equal, but as the new girl. One or two of the young women seemed to be looking her over enviously, but most people seemed impressed with her. Some of them were agents who offered their cards.

“I wish I could recommend somebody,” Stone said, “but this crowd is not part of my world. I’m a theatergoer, but I’m no insider.”

“I think that’s refreshing,” Carrie said. “I love theater people, but it’s nice to know people from other worlds, too.”

They sat on the big terrace with the park views, and a waiter brought them plates. When they had finished dining and were on brandy, a middle-aged man pulled up a chair in front of Carrie, turned and spoke briefly to Stone, then turned his attention back to Carrie.

“I’m Mark Goodwin,” he said, “and I’m one of the two or three best theatrical agents in this town. I’m not going to tell you who the others are.” He gave her the names of half a dozen clients, and it was an impressive list. “I want you to talk to everybody you can, then come and see me.” He gave her his card. “You’ve made a splash already,” he said, “and I’m not talking about the columns, though that doesn’t hurt. I heard about your audition for Del Wood less than an hour after you finished it, and so did a lot of other people.”

“If I were your client,” Carrie asked, “how would you handle me right now?”

“The first thing I would do would be to heal the breach with Del, though not in a way that would put your virtue in jeopardy. Del is an important man in this business, and the part he offered you is the best thing to come along in years. I’ve read the script and heard the score, and you’re perfect for it.”

“How are you going to get him to apologize?” Carrie asked.

“Oh, he’s never going to apologize,” Goodwin said. “The best you can hope for is that he will deign to forget what he did in his office and what you did at the dinner party. If you can forget it, too, he might be willing to call it a draw. I’ve known him a long time, and I know how to handle him.”

“Mr. Goodwin,” Carrie said, “I’m well aware of who you are and how good you are. Get me the part, and I’ll be your new client the same day.”

“It won’t be that hard,” Goodwin said. “After all, you’ve already aced the audition. Come see me tomorrow afternoon at three.” He shook her hand, then Stone’s, and then wandered off into the crowd.

“That sounds promising,” Stone said.

“If I could have picked anybody for an agent, it would have been Mark Goodwin,” Carrie said. “The day before yesterday, I couldn’t have gotten in to see him.”

“Your movie continues,” Stone said. “Next, we’ll have some shots of rehearsals, then a triumphant opening-night scene, then trouble of some sort-alcohol or drugs or an awful man, then recovery and… well, you know the rest.”

“I’m not inclined toward addictions,” Carrie said, “and especially not to bad men. I’ve had one, and that was enough.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Carrie stood up. “Let’s get out of here. I want to show you something.”

Stone followed her downstairs and into a cab, and she gave the driver an address in the West Fifties, between Fifth and Sixth avenues. Once there, they got out of the cab in front of an elegant building. Taking a key from her purse, she led him up the front steps, opened the front door, then another door.

Stone found himself standing in the large room that had, apparently, been the living room when the building had been a single-family house. It was empty of furniture, but it had recently been painted and seemed in very good condition.

“It’s a duplex,” Carrie said, pointing to a balcony at one end of the room. “The bedrooms are up there, and I signed the lease this afternoon.”

“That was quite a leap of faith,” Stone said. “Maybe you’d better slow down a little.”

“No need; I told you that I got a good divorce settlement and that my ex was a rich man then. I’ve been living downtown with a friend, and when I’ve furnished this place, it will be a good leading lady’s apartment. The lease is for two years, and after that I’ll buy something grander on the East Side.”

“A woman with a plan,” Stone said.

“I’ve learned to make my plans happen,” Carrie replied. “It’s something I’m really good at.”

“What other plans do you have?” Stone asked.

“If I had planned better, I would have had a bed delivered this afternoon,” she replied, standing on her tiptoes and kissing him. “I guess we’ll have to make do with one of your bedrooms.” She took his hand and trotted him out to the street and into another cab.

Stone did not offer any resistance.

5

STONE WOKE SLOWLY to the sound of Carrie on the phone, speaking quietly but urgently. She had been a transcendent lover the night before, and in the middle of the night, too, and he felt a little worn out.

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