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18 Yes, Mr. DeMille eon," startling visitors within and bringing the conferences an abrupt end. With the restaurant close at hand, there hi been occasions when DeMille was seen entering the restaur as the "tail" of the entourage was just leaving the building- haste to be at the luncheon table on time. When DeM stopped, the retinue stopped, and when he started, the ] moved, it being considered improper, if not imprudent, to rej the DeMille table in advance of the master. The late DeWolf Hopper, a frequent observer of the c< monial procession, once recoiled at the thought of DeMil "obsequious staff of servitors, required to anticipate his ev wish without putting him to the distressing necessity of voic it* Hopper saw a subtle nuance even in DeMille's frowi "one may signify more salt, and to the casual observer b contractions of the eyebrow may seem identical, but to apprehensive eye each is eloquent and ominous/' 3. OUR relations with Mr. DeMille were marked b sense of uneasy deference, largely because his attitudes were predictable and his reactions often explosive. A secretary a j years ago met Mr. DeMille at the bungalow entrance, umbr in hand, when she observed him hurrying through a sud< shower. "Some rain/* he remarked, whereupon the secret replied, almost guiltily, "I'm so sorry, Mr. DeMille." He looked upon his aides in much the same way a ba might look upon loyal retainers, and felt they depended him. "I cannot consider retirement," he said when the sub was broached by Hedda Hopper a few years ago. "I have b up something here that I just can't walk out on. What we happen to the people who work for me?"