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"
I
’
m
curious
to
meet
him
.
"
"
She
invited
us
to
dinner
Friday
.
"
"
If
you
’
re
in
love
it
ought
to
make
you
happy
.
You
ought
to
laugh
.
"
Rosemary
looked
up
and
gave
a
beautiful
little
shiver
of
her
face
and
laughed
.
Her
mother
always
had
a
great
influence
on
her
.
Rosemary
went
to
Monte
Carlo
nearly
as
sulkily
as
it
was
possible
for
her
to
be
.
She
rode
up
the
rugged
hill
to
La
Turbie
,
to
an
old
Gaumont
lot
in
process
of
reconstruction
,
and
as
she
stood
by
the
grilled
entrance
waiting
for
an
answer
to
the
message
on
her
card
,
she
might
have
been
looking
into
Hollywood
.
The
bizarre
débris
of
some
recent
picture
,
a
decayed
street
scene
in
India
,
a
great
cardboard
whale
,
a
monstrous
tree
bearing
cherries
large
as
basketballs
,
bloomed
there
by
exotic
dispensation
,
autochthonous
as
the
pale
amaranth
,
mimosa
,
cork
oak
or
dwarfed
pine
.
There
were
a
quick
-
lunch
shack
and
two
barnlike
stages
and
everywhere
about
the
lot
,
groups
of
waiting
,
hopeful
,
painted
faces
.
After
ten
minutes
a
young
man
with
hair
the
color
of
canary
feathers
hurried
down
to
the
gate
.
"
Come
in
,
Miss
Hoyt
.
Mr
.
Brady
’
s
on
the
set
,
but
he
’
s
very
anxious
to
see
you
.
I
’
m
sorry
you
were
kept
waiting
,
but
you
know
some
of
these
French
dames
are
worse
about
pushing
themselves
in
—
"
The
studio
manager
opened
a
small
door
in
the
blank
wall
of
stage
building
and
with
sudden
glad
familiarity
Rosemary
followed
him
into
half
darkness
.
Here
and
there
figures
spotted
the
twilight
,
turning
up
ashen
faces
to
her
like
souls
in
purgatory
watching
the
passage
of
a
mortal
through
.
There
were
whispers
and
soft
voices
and
,
apparently
from
afar
,
the
gentle
tremolo
of
a
small
organ
.
Turning
the
corner
made
by
some
flats
,
they
came
upon
the
white
crackling
glow
of
a
stage
,
where
a
French
actor
—
his
shirt
front
,
collar
,
and
cuffs
tinted
a
brilliant
pink
—
and
an
American
actress
stood
motionless
face
to
face
.
They
stared
at
each
other
with
dogged
eyes
,
as
though
they
had
been
in
the
same
position
for
hours
;
and
still
for
a
long
time
nothing
happened
,
no
one
moved
.
A
bank
of
lights
went
off
with
a
savage
hiss
,
went
on
again
;
the
plaintive
tap
of
a
hammer
begged
admission
to
nowhere
in
the
distance
;
a
blue
face
appeared
among
the
blinding
lights
above
,
called
something
unintelligible
into
the
upper
blackness
.
Then
the
silence
was
broken
by
a
voice
in
front
of
Rosemary
.
"
Baby
,
you
don
’
t
take
off
the
stockings
,
you
can
spoil
ten
more
pairs
.
That
dress
is
fifteen
pounds
.
"
