"She is in pictures," he answered.
The smile faded from Mrs. Gallant's face.
"In pictures!" she exclaimed. "Then she is an——"
"An actress," he supplied. "She invited me out to her studio and told me all about how it was while we had tea in her dressing room. Why, mother! What's the matter? Mother!"
Mrs. Gallant had risen from her chair, a strange, disconsolate expression upon her face, and had gone back into the house.
CHAPTER XI
Astonished even more than he had been when she first questioned the propriety of Consuello's living alone in the city, John hurried into the house after his mother and found her in a chair beside a table in the living room, her head buried in her arms.