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Nevertheless they brought a light of gladness to the eyes of the woman who had waited all these hours. Adoree Demorest, still in her glittering, hybrid costume, but heavy-limbed and dull with fatigue, paused outside her own door early that morning.
In Bob's mind the pity of it grew as the time crept on. But Adoree Demorest was wonderful. Despite her inexperience she was calm, capable, sympathetic, and, best of all, her normality afforded a support upon which both the husband and the wife could rest. When she finally made herself ready for the street Bob cried piteously: "You're not going to leave us?" "I must.
I went as far away as I could get, and I managed to return just two jumps ahead of the sheriff. It will take me six months to pay my debts. I'm a grand little business man." "What was it this time? Mining?" "No. Poultry." Adoree pricked up her ears. "You went West, eh?" pursued Bob. "No. East Long Island. Did you know there are parts of the Island that are practically unexplored by civilized man?
There was one trifling sacrifice I had to make in the nature of my personal reputation so he told me. He said I'd have to be the best or else the worst actress in the world in order to land big and support him in the luxury he craved. I couldn't hope to be the best, so he made me the worst. He began by tying a can to the 'Agnes Smith, and handed me 'Adoree Demorest' instead; then he went to work.
She was almost afraid to let you interview her after what you wrote about Adoree Demorest." Pope shrugged. "Your daughter is altogether different to the star of the Palace Garden, Mrs. Knight. Demorest trades openly upon her notoriety and I don't like bad women.
"We have won, mon adorée, mon adorée," he murmured. "Thank God!" She drew away, trying to remember prudence. "Yes. Then this summer is ours. And in the autumn " "It is not even summer yet. Do not think of it. We shall be happy, Brigitte, for you are my woman and I am your man. And the future oh, never mind the future, my love, my love!"
But I'm deathly afraid all the time that I'll be found out I'd rather be notorious than ridiculous. Of course, Aubrey sees to that." "Are you fond of him?" Adoree turned up her nose. "He's a little pink rabbit. I don't like any man, and I never have. There's only one I'd really care to meet; his name is Campbell Pope." "The critic. He IS nice." "The beast. Did you read what he said about me?
"I could have set them quarreling just as well, but the role of cupid suits me to-night." His shoulders drooped wearily; the feverish brightness of his eyes and the pallor of his thin face indicated that he had indeed spent all his nervous force. "Cupid in a sweater!" Adoree exclaimed. "Well, I believe it, for your playing made me positively mushy.
She explained to Lorelei: "I asked him in for the sake of the piano. I knew you were blue, and there's nothing so cheering as music." But when Pope finally got around to play the result was not altogether happy. Adoree, to be sure, seemed delighted, but Lorelei felt herself gripped by a greater loneliness than usual.
"Will I?" Bob cried, in delight. "I'll hire a car and we'll motor up to Tuxedo. There's a dandy crowd out there. We'll take Adoree and the Immaculate Critic, and we'll have dinner at the club. Campbell can show the latest effects in negligees, and " "That's too expensive; let's all go to Coney Island." "Coney? How do you get there?" "I don't know. Will you go?" "Certainly, if you want to!
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