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When a man like Keith finds he's needed by his ex-wife, it's lime for his present one to look out
or catch a fish, good enough for any man. And with the excitement of her beauty and her husky voice, Sybil was unbeatable.
Carol started slowly up the stairs, her small while pumps making a heavy tired clop on each step. She closed the door of her room after her and leaned her forehead against the frame. She hied to cry, but she couldn't. She straightened wearily and went toward the dressing table. She sat down on the oval bench and looked into the oval mirror.
She tried to see herself as Carol Duncan, actress, whose name in the second lead was an additional attraction to any picture, and who might someday succeed to the lead in a minor picture but would never be a star. She was capable and there was reality in her acting, but the camera never quite caught the living warmth that was Carol in person. It was because it was the kind of warmth that is selfless and relaxed and the cameras made her conscious. They .stiffened her beauty, too, which was more than a perfection of feature and contour. It was a ripple of laughter, a melting of sympathy, a candor of opinion, so real with herself that she could only fall short in trying to act them.
Carol Duncan, she said to herself, and mentally wrote "Finis" after the name. It was no use pretending that there was more to life after Keith. Not any more than there had been anything else in life since she had first known him.
William Keith. Known to everyone just as Keith. One of the first directors to make the world realize that a director was as important to a picture as a star. Big. Grinning. With his strong, pleasant, homely face, deep lined and intent. Quick to laugh. And quick of temper. But never unfair. His enormous fairness hail always made her tingle a little with pride. Big enough to admit being wrong. Big enough to value the little fellow. Big enough never to condescend. Big enough never to pity.
ITER fingers tightened on the edge of the oval bench. She mustn't let herself think about him. It brought the ache of her love to an unbearable flood through her. But her mind, unobedient, rushed back to the day they were shooting the hall room scene for "Midnight Love" and she had fainted dead away on the set. She had been little more than an extra then. S) l>il was starring. And she had kept them there for hours while she fussed about one thing after another. The air was close and everybody's nerves were strained to the breaking point. Then an extra had accidentally stepped on Sybil's dress, ripping it a little, and she had swung around and slapped him on the cheek.
There was a terrible hush, during which William Keith's face turned white. He got out of his chair and strode onto il ooking as if he meant to stop short of nothing but picking Sybil up and breaking her over his knee. And Carol in his path, half sick from fright and sheer weariness, suddenly dropped at his feet. He stopped short, staring down at her, then he stooped quickly to lift her in his arms and sho "Thai's all for today," and strode off the set. He got her a glass of water and when she had recovered he insisted upon driving her home.
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