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John was on his feet facing him and a glance showed that Consuello had also risen from her chair at Gibson's unexpected entrance. "The girl who said that she loved me and the man who pretended he was my friend," said Gibson, sarcastically. John's muscles tightened and he bit his lip to restrain the words of warning to Gibson that he was about to speak.
"Because you are with Jean Hope?" she smiled. "Because I am with Consuello Carrillo," he answered. "I do not know Jean Hope yet. I am to meet her, tonight." "You saw her before the camera," she reminded him. "But never on the screen," he returned. "And what if you don't like her?" "My consolation will be that she is only a shadow, a make-believe."
He told her only that he would be away most of Sunday, permitting her to deduce that he had accepted Consuello's invitation and had made some explanation of her absence. A dozen automobiles were in line along the driveway of the Peerless studio when John arrived promptly at nine o'clock, the following morning. Consuello had evidently told the guard at the gate that she was expecting him.
"You should have known last night," Consuello said. "You should have known that if I had decided to do what you asked me I would have come to you, found you wherever you were." "I should have known months ago, if I had not been such a blind fool," said Gibson bitterly. "You were a blind fool," said Consuello, "but not as I suspect you think. You were blinded by your own selfish indolence.
"I have yet to view with complacency the scenes in which she is in the arms of another man," laughed Gibson. After dinner that night he led his mother to the porch, telling her he had news for her. He was glad that he was able to answer her questions concerning Consuello, although he believed the unpleasant occurrence of a few nights before was completely a thing of the past, to be forgotten.
First, Consuello and the actor came slowly toward the cameras, hand in hand, a typical pair of straying lovers, so affected by each other's presence that they spoke only with their eyes, sidelong glances of ardent devotion. Then they stood still, facing each other, their profiles toward the cameras, he holding her hands down to her sides, telling her of his love for her while she hung her head.
Then, leaning forward a little, her eyes dancing with a smile, she said: "Don't you know that I know you love her?" The door closed quickly and the cab spurted away from the curb, leaving him standing bewildered and yet overjoyed by the audacious words she had spoken. So that was why she had called him to Consuello! If Betty knew it, then Consuello, too, must realize that he loved her.
They left their machines at the gateway to meet him. "Again?" he asked as they met. "You two certainly find each other interesting." He smiled as he spoke, but a queer feeling went through John as he realized that Consuello had failed to tell Gibson that she had invited him to be with her. "I'm acquainting Mr. Gallant with the process of picture making," Consuello said.
"If you have come here to " he heard Consuello say, coolly, evenly. "I came here to say good-by to you," Gibson interrupted, "and to make certain that there had not been some mistake. I thought you might have tried to reach me last night and failed, or that you might have changed your mind." He paused a moment before adding, "But I know better now."
The dinner was plain, appetizing home cooking; delicious brown chops, crisp cool salad, fragrant coffee and hot rolls; berries and cream. Once John caught a glimpse of "Mother" Graham pointing out Consuello to a pop-eyed girl and her youthful escort as "Jean Hope." "I am being envied," he said across the table. "By whom?" "By everyone who sees us. I do not blame them, for I am to be envied."
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