“But what attracted you—first? What made you—want me?”
“Well, seeing you there in the center of that stage with a first night audience wearing out its hands, you looked so beautiful and frightened—give you my word I wanted to go up then and there and take you in my arms.”
“It was the glamor of the stage then?”
“No. You’re not the first actress I’ve known, dear. But you’re the only one in town that scandal has never touched.”
She drew back a bit.
“That’s not fair, Dick. We’re a much-talked-of profession but half the stories you hear aren’t true.”
In the semi-gloom of the car she did not see the smile play about his knowing lips.
“What does it matter?” was his reply. “You’re in the theater, yet not of it—sought after, made much of, yet unspoilt. And I’ve won you—for myself.”
“Yes, you’ve won me.”
He drew her close. “How much do you love me?”