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First came the list of characters, with the names of the cast. Glory's name and character came last, and her nerves throbbed with sudden pain when the manager read, "and Gloria Miss Glory Quayle." There was a confused murmur, and then the company composed themselves to listen. It was Gloria's play. She was rather scandalous.
You don't happen to have any love for me; well, you shouldn't have any for Gratton or Brodie, either. And you know that you can trust yourself to me. Can I count on you sticking on the job, your father's and your own job as much as mine, until we make a go of it?" Gloria's logical thinking had barely begun, and as yet had not had time to progress. Her spite was lively and bitter.
The city pays the nurse's salary, or else it's done by private subscriptions." "But I don't see how one nurse gets time to take care of a whole city mercy!" Gloria's personal experience with nurses had been two to one girl. She remembered them now the gentle day-nurse and the gentle night-nurse, who had moved soft-footedly about her bed, performing soothing little offices.
Recalling her face, her manner, and her words, he knew that whatever influence she might have had upon Reanda, there could be no ground for Gloria's jealousy. She certainly disturbed him strangely, for Gloria was perfect in his eyes, and he accepted all she said almost blindly. The fact that Reanda had struck her now stood in his mind as the sole reason for the separation of husband and wife.
Slowly her body straightened: her head went back in a gesture of infinite scorn. "I hate you!" Her low words were expelled like venom through her clenched teeth. "Oh, let me go! Oh, I hate you!" She tried to jerk herself away but he only grasped the other arm. "I hate you! I hate you!" At Gloria's fury his uncertainty returned, but he felt that now he had gone too far to give in.
At a later period in his life he wrote three successful books in the time he had bestowed upon his first failure, but he wrote them alone. Gloria's face brightened when he told her that it was done. She took the manuscript and read over parts of it to herself, smiling a little from time to time, for she knew that he was watching her. She did not read it all.
Spalding had said nothing; she had not mentioned King to Spalding, since she had not mentioned him to Gratton during the long ride Her telephone bell rang. After the irritating way of telephones, she was put presently into communication with Mrs. Gaynor. "Gloria! Gloria! Is that you?" Her mother's voice sounded strange in Gloria's ears shaken with emotion. "Yes, mamma. "What has happened, child?
But it was a soft warm light, with rich yellow in it, which penetrated the shadows and beautified all it touched. Reanda, like the others, stood up and looked about him after the first act. His eyes were instantly arrested by Gloria's splendid hair, which caught the light from above.
Gloria's eyes darkened a moment with thought, then flashed with laughter. "No," she said frankly "He is more kingly than I thought a king could be. But he should not lose temper. That spoils all dignity!" Von Glauben smiled. "Kings are but mortal," he said, "and never to lose temper would be impossible to any man."
Gilbert eagerly, but her nephew interrupted with a hurried sentence: "Gloria'd be a very young nut not to marry him." He stopped and faced her, his expression a battle map of lines and dimples, squeezed and strained to its ultimate show of intensity this as if to make up by his sincerity for any indiscretion in his words. "Gloria's a wild one, Aunt Catherine. She's uncontrollable.
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