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for the duration of the picture be agreeable to you?"
"I — think so," she said in a carefully casual voice.
He flipped over the pages of the scrapbook carelessly; she could have sworn he didn't see a single sketch. And then it happened. One of his impatiently moving hands touched hers. He looked up, straight into her eyes. He seemed to see her, really see her, for the first time.
It was the strangest thing, Helen thought, remembering. Apparently he felt no embarrassment as their glances met and held. She herself was blushing, but he simply stared, utterly absorbed. And yet there was no rudeness in his gaze; it was only that he had just caught sight of something that interested him very much.
Abruptly, he looked away and straightened up. "I hope you had a pleasant vacation, Mrs. Trent," he said formally. .
"Vacation? T haven't been on a vacation," she said, bewildered.
"But you were out of town!"
"No. . . ."
"You must have been! I've been trying to get to see you for weeks. It was only when I read your name in the paper this morning — in the list of guests at the Stanwood wedding— that I knew you were back in town."
BUT I wasn't away," she reiterated. "As a matter of fact, I've been trying to see you for weeks, too — I only stopped when I got your note telhng me you had no immediate production plansi"
He frowned, and snapped, "I sent no such letter!" Irritably he pressed one of the bank of buttons on his desk. "Miss Lawson," he said when his sleek, lovely secretary appeared, "there seems to be somemistake. Mrs. Trent tells me she has not been out of town on a vacation, that she has been trying to see me as earnestly as I've been trying to see her, and that I sent her a letter saying I had no production plans. Didn't you call Mrs. Trent's home, send her telegrams?"
"Why — yes," said the girl. "They told me on the'telephone Mrs. Trent was away and had left no forward
Photo by Seymour, Chicago. Specially posed by Virginia Clark as Helen Trent
■ But she had hardly turned the first page of the script when
her maid entered. "Mrs. Drew. Sinclair is here to see you,
Irs. Jrent," she announced. iHelen stifled her amazement.
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