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When he showed you his treasure, right away you said, 'How much?'
"Duveen said, 'It's not for sale.' 'How much?' you repeated.
"Lord Duveen didn't want to sell; he loved it. 'Well,' you said, 'if you did sell it, what would the price be?'
"He put the price so high he didn't think you'd want to sink that much in it. He said, 'Six hundred thousand dollars.'
" I'll take it,' you said."
W.R. threw back his head and laughed. "Well, Hedda," he exclaimed, "you've got your facts straight. And I've got the Vandyke."
I sat with eight} people at the same table for one of W.R.'s fabulous birthdav dinners. Evervone was in fancy dress; the costumes were trucked up to San Simeon from the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studio, with sewing women, hairdressers, wigmakers, and make-up women flown in by plane.
Before the partv a friend of Marion's made a fuss about the dress sent up for her, complaining she didn't like it. So Marion took hers off, gave it to the girl, and put on the despised one. A small incident at a party for which people flew in from all over the world, but an insight into Marion Davies' character.
Jack Gilbert had promised to come but didn't show up, and next clay Marion received twenty dozen American Beauty roses. "Too bad they didn't arrive in time for the party," she said. "W.R. loves roses."
W.R. brought workmen from Italy to build the twin towers of San Simeon. In one he installed a carillon from which music poured out over sea and mountains from a height of seven stories.
I usually had the same bedroom in the tower. It was like a jewel case, with the walls hung in gold brocade. I never knew which meant more to me, the gold room or the view from its windows. When the fog rolled in at dusk from the ocean, the castle floated in its own misty gray sea.
I loved San Simeon and went there so often that W.R. would say to newcomers, "Hedda'll show you around; she knows every nook and corner nearly as well as I do."
One day I was explaining to Katharine Dayton, co-author of The
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