Marise did not answer. She was beginning to think that nothing was quite simple where Garth was concerned.
CHAPTER XIX
WHY THE BARGAIN WAS OFF
Marise started late for the theatre, because she felt unequal to coping with her fellow actors' and actresses' well-meaning good wishes. She went alone with Céline, for Mums had developed a nervous sick headache, and the girl, like a dutiful daughter, had begged her to rest at home.
"You'll be more able to help me out with—any complications that may come afterwards," she said.
The star's wonderfully decorated dressing-room was entered through a still more wonderfully decorated reception or ante-room; and almost running in, Marise stopped short with a gasp of surprise. Not only was the place crammed with flowers—all white, bridal flowers (that in itself was not strange), but in the midst of them sat Garth, still in uniform. As his wife appeared he rose, grave and silent, as if awaiting a cue.
"Take these things into the dressing-room, Céline," ordered Marise, tossing her gold bag and furs to the maid. "I'll be there in a minute."
When Céline had obeyed, the girl looked the man up and down.
"Visitors don't intrude here, except by invitation," she informed him.