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It
was
like
visiting
a
great
turbulent
family
.
An
actress
approached
Dick
and
talked
to
him
for
five
minutes
under
the
impression
that
he
was
an
actor
recently
arrived
from
London
.
Discovering
her
mistake
she
scuttled
away
in
panic
.
The
majority
of
the
company
felt
either
sharply
superior
or
sharply
inferior
to
the
world
outside
,
but
the
former
feeling
prevailed
.
They
were
people
of
bravery
and
industry
;
they
were
risen
to
a
position
of
prominence
in
a
nation
that
for
a
decade
had
wanted
only
to
be
entertained
.
The
session
ended
as
the
light
grew
misty
—
a
fine
light
for
painters
,
but
,
for
the
camera
,
not
to
be
compared
with
the
clear
California
air
.
Nicotera
followed
Rosemary
to
the
car
and
whispered
something
to
her
—
she
looked
at
him
without
smiling
as
she
said
good
-
by
.
Dick
and
Rosemary
had
luncheon
at
the
Castelli
dei
Cæsari
,
a
splendid
restaurant
in
a
high
-
terraced
villa
overlooking
the
ruined
forum
of
an
undetermined
period
of
the
decadence
.
Rosemary
took
a
cocktail
and
a
little
wine
,
and
Dick
took
enough
so
that
his
feeling
of
dissatisfaction
left
him
.
Afterward
they
drove
back
to
the
hotel
,
all
flushed
and
happy
,
in
a
sort
of
exalted
quiet
.
She
wanted
to
be
taken
and
she
was
,
and
what
had
begun
with
a
childish
infatuation
on
a
beach
was
accomplished
at
last
.
Rosemary
had
another
dinner
date
,
a
birthday
party
for
a
member
of
the
company
.
Dick
ran
into
Collis
Clay
in
the
lobby
,
but
he
wanted
to
dine
alone
,
and
pretended
an
engagement
at
the
Excelsior
.
He
drank
a
cocktail
with
Collis
and
his
vague
dissatisfaction
crystallized
as
impatience
—
he
no
longer
had
an
excuse
for
playing
truant
to
the
clinic
.
This
was
less
an
infatuation
than
a
romantic
memory
.
Nicole
was
his
girl
—
too
often
he
was
sick
at
heart
about
her
,
yet
she
was
his
girl
.
Time
with
Rosemary
was
self
-
indulgence
—
time
with
Collis
was
nothing
plus
nothing
.
In
the
doorway
of
the
Excelsior
he
ran
into
Baby
Warren
.
Her
large
beautiful
eyes
,
looking
precisely
like
marbles
,
stared
at
him
with
surprise
and
curiosity
.
"
I
thought
you
were
in
America
,
Dick
!
Is
Nicole
with
you
?
"
"
I
came
back
by
way
of
Naples
.
"
The
black
band
on
his
arm
reminded
her
to
say
:
"
I
’
m
so
sorry
to
hear
of
your
trouble
.
"
Inevitably
they
dined
together
.
"
Tell
me
about
everything
,
"
she
demanded
.
Dick
gave
her
a
version
of
the
facts
,
and
Baby
frowned
.
She
found
it
necessary
to
blame
some
one
for
the
catastrophe
in
her
sister
’
s
life
.
