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Updated: June 22, 2025
I'm glad I saw you this afternoon, Gallant, and you may want to know that it won't be long before I'll have some more real news for you." As the automobile carried them toward his home, John thanked Consuello again for having invited him to the studio. "I don't believe I would have discovered that you are Jean Hope for a long time," he said. "From now on I'll never miss one of your pictures."
"Maybe he's in love with fair Consuello," Brennan suggested, smiling. "Wants to do something big and glorious to win her." "I'm willing to give him a chance," John said. "I can't help but think he's sincere. Let's hope so, anyway." "Gallant," said Brennan, after they had walked half a block without speaking. "I'd give anything in the world to have your faith in mankind.
Gallant had gone weeping to her room after John told her that Consuello played in motion pictures, the girl had never been mentioned by either of them. John refrained from speaking of her because he decided that until he found some way to overcome the prejudice his mother held it would only cause unpleasantness. There had never been a night following that when Mrs.
Sprockett's husband, trying to appear as though he was not peering past John, which he was. John was certain that Mrs. Sprockett's husband knew as well as he did that Mrs. Sprockett was not with them. He had more than a suspicion that Mr. Sprockett, having seen the automobile bring Consuello, had crossed the street out of pure curiosity.
He could see that his mother was interested, pleased, and he was relieved that Consuello alleviated the awkwardness imposed by the absence of someone to wait upon them. He left the table once to answer a ring at the door and found Mrs. Sprockett's husband there, coatless and collarless as usual. "Is Maude here?" asked Mrs.
In the midst of the excitement caused by Gibson's disappearance and the outbreak of crime, while fears were being expressed in some quarters that the commissioner had met with foul play at the hands of Cummings' "bashers," John heard from Consuello. They had luncheon together in a cozy booth of a sweet shop in Broadway.
That night he lay awake until past midnight, recalling everything that happened during the day. His thoughts of Consuello gave place to speculation of what had become of Gibson and what would develop with his return in the coming week. Early Monday morning Brennan and John were called to the city editor's desk and P. Q. ordered them to renew their search for Gibson.
It was decided that Brennan and John should concentrate their endeavors in an effort to discover the method of communication between Gibson and the "Gink." That night John saw Consuello again and realized with a suddenness that shocked him that he loved her. The tremendousness of his realization that he was in love with her frightened him, and yet he was gloriously happy.
She wore the dainty white "old fashioned" dress, as John had named it in his mind, that she had when they first met at the Barton Randolph lawn fete. She was Consuello and yet because of her facial "make-up," she was the girl he had seen before the camera on the occasion of his first visit to the studio. "They're waiting for me," she explained as John met her. "You'll ride with us."
"I have been so anxious to meet you to know you," Consuello said. "I, too, feel I know you because he has told me so much about you. I only wish I had been thoughtful enough to have had you with us last Sunday. The next time you must be with us." Consuello was unaffected, John thought, in her praise of his mother's dinner.
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