"I was so anxious that we should have a perfect day together, your mother, yourself, father and mother and I. But we can arrange it for some other time, can't we?"
"I'm sure we can." He felt justified somehow in taking this optimistic view.
"And I wanted to ask you, would you care to come out with us on location, tomorrow? We have several scenes to do and I'm sure you will find it interesting."
"It would be wonderful."
"If you can be at the studio at nine?"
"I'll be there."
"And you'll explain how it is to your mother and tell her how sorry I am, won't you?"
"She'll understand." He felt he was not trifling as much with truth in that answer.
Carrying out a conclusion he reached during the day, John did not tell his mother of his conversation over the telephone with Consuello. He told her only that he would be away most of Sunday, permitting her to deduce that he had accepted Consuello's invitation and had made some explanation of her absence.
A dozen automobiles were in line along the driveway of the Peerless studio when John arrived promptly at nine o'clock, the following morning. Consuello had evidently told the guard at the gate that she was expecting him. It was only necessary for him to mention his name.