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Several times Anthony wondered what Bloeckman was telling her. He was chewing a cigar back and forth in his mouth, and had expanded after dinner to the extent of violent gestures. Ten o'clock found Gloria and Anthony beginning a dance. Just as they were out of ear-shot of the table she said in a low voice: "Dance over by the door. I want to go down to the drug-store."
His pause spread, included the others with all the authority of a warning finger. Gloria followed by Rachael was coming out of the dressing room. Among other things it developed during dinner that Joseph Bloeckman never danced, but spent the music time watching the others with the bored tolerance of an elder among children. He was a dignified man and a proud one.
"Oh !" He had hurt her at last, and he was not too obtuse or too careless to perceive it. "Why not him?" he insisted callously. "Because he doesn't like me any more," she said with difficulty, and then as he did not answer but only regarded her cynically: "If you want to know why, I'll tell you. A year ago I went to Bloeckman he's changed his name to Black and asked him to put me into pictures."
Out in the shimmee sanitarium I left my blushing bride. She went and shook herself insane, So let her shiver back again " Then he saw Bloeckman descending the staircase, and took a step forward to meet him and shake hands. "You wanted to see me?" said the older man coolly. "Yes," answered Anthony, nodding, "personal matter. Can you jus' step over here?"
When he saw her successful, both histrionically and financially, when he saw that she could have her will of Joseph Bloeckman, yielding nothing in return, he would lose his silly prejudices. She lay awake half one night planning her career and enjoying her successes in anticipation, and the next morning she called up "Films Par Excellence." Mr. Bloeckman was in Europe.
Unfortunate man. He had drawn another blank. They had been three years out and heeded only the big football games. Whether, after the failure of this sally, Mr. Bloeckman would have perceived himself to be in a cynical atmosphere is problematical, for Gloria arrived. Muriel arrived. Rachael arrived.
Of a sudden he hurled the tennis ball violently across the room, where it barely missed the lamp, and, rebounding here and there for a moment, lay still upon the floor. For her dinner Gloria had taken a table in the Cascades at the Biltmore, and when the men met in the hall outside a little after eight, "that person Bloeckman" was the target of six masculine eyes.
Gloria, happy, beautiful, and young with a man he had never seen before! It was then that the barber's chair was vacated and he read down the newspaper column three times in succession. The second incident took place the next day. Going into the Manhattan bar about seven he was confronted with Bloeckman.
Haight saw no reason why the case should not come up for trial before summer. Bloeckman appeared in New York late in March; he had been in England for nearly a year on matters concerned with "Films Par Excellence."
Gloria's always in the tub good third of every day." "Pity she doesn't live on the Sound." "Can't afford it." As coming from Adam Patch's grandson, Bloeckman took this as a form of pleasantry. After fifteen minutes filled with estimable brilliancies, Gloria appeared, fresh in starched yellow, bringing atmosphere and an increase of vitality.
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