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Gallant rejoiced with him that evening over the increase in salary P. Q. had promised him. She had learned of Consuello from the talks they had each evening, when John recounted to her the events of the day. "I'll do my best to make things nice for her," Mrs. Gallant said when John spoke to her of having invited Consuello for dinner Sunday. "It is so good of her to wish to meet me."
From where he stood it was impossible for John to see what was before the cameras. He strained his eyes in a vain attempt to identify Consuello as among those standing behind the lamps. He saw his guide speak to one of the figures a man and then turn to signal to him violently and silently to approach, pressing his forefinger to his lips as a final admonition to be quiet. "Mr.
In the silence that followed they were both startled to hear footsteps on the porch outside. Consuello looked toward him, quickly, with an expression that warned him. The door swung open and Gibson stepped in, closing it behind him. "I thought I'd find you here," he said. His face was pale and a smile that was half a sneer was on his lips as he stood looking at them.
Gallant had displayed her disapproval of Consuello that John had not racked his brain to decide how he could eradicate his mother's intolerant attitude and bring her to know and appreciate Consuello for the girl she was.
He pondered for a time over a disconcerting thought that possibly it had not been proper after all, for Consuello to have allowed him to see her in her dressing room, alone, without having previously mentioned to Gibson her intention of doing such a thing. It had been obvious that Gibson was genuinely surprised when he found John with her.
He closed the door softly behind him, leaving John alone with his thoughts. And his thoughts were of Consuello. He wondered where she would be during the "great day" before them when she read or learned of the exposure of Gibson's alliance with "Gink" Cummings, of the horrible pommeling given Murphy, of the attack upon himself. What would Gibson say to her? What COULD he say to her?
I cannot tell you why it was; I can only tell you how. I knew as soon as I realized that I had refused to go with you blindly that it was not love, the real love, that I had in my heart for you." "And suppose I had not asked you to go away with me? Suppose I came to you tonight and asked you to stand by me, right here in Los Angeles?" "It would have been the same," Consuello replied quietly.
"He was very busily engaged with another gentleman" he gave a slight emphasis to the "gentleman" "whose name, I believe, was Rodriguez." "Really! You have met before?" "Come, Consuello," said Gibson, "we must be trotting back to the house. The afternoon will be gone soon." She saw the look in John's eyes before she answered: "Reggie, you must excuse me. I'll be along shortly with Mr. Gallant."
The heavy curtains at one side of the room parted, and Consuello the real Consuello again stood before him attired in a tailored suit gorgeous in its simplicity, setting off a dainty real biche lace and batiste blouse. "Well?" she said, as if she had been waiting for him to speak. "I'll say it again you're beautiful," he said.
Next there was a pretty little scene, without much action, in which Consuello and her "sweetheart" were seated beside each other with a background of flowers. John deduced that obstacles had evidently risen to the marriage, as the "conversation" was serious and inclined to be tearful.
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