"Shopping, mostly. I found it rather dull. I went to a moving picture this afternoon. Saw your friend Ruth Morton. She certainly is a very beautiful girl."
"Yes—very," Duvall replied, absently.
"Have you seen her to-day?" Grace went on, with a smile.
"Yes. Why?"
"Oh—nothing. I was just thinking."
Duvall burst into a laugh, and rising, went over to his wife and kissed her.
"For heaven's sake, Grace," he said, "don't be silly. I'm not interested in motion picture actresses."
"You weren't, I'll admit, nor in motion pictures either, until recently, but perhaps you have changed. I could understand any man being fascinated by a girl like Ruth Morton."
Duvall did not pursue the question. It was a hard and fast rule between them not to discuss his professional work. And Mrs. Morton had made it a point that he should confide in no one, not even his wife.
"Well," he said, picking up an evening paper, "I'm not fascinated yet. No letters for me to-day, I suppose."