He hesitated, his blinking eyes redly intent on her as she rose to her slim height.
“Say, Palla.”
She looked at him inquiringly.
“Ever thought of the movies?”
“As an investment?”
“Well––that, too. There’s big money in it. But I meant––I mean––it strikes me you’d make a bird of a movie queen.”
The suggestion mildly amused her.
“I mean it,” he insisted. “Grab it from me, Palla, 52 you’ve got the shape, and you got the looks and you got the walk and the ways and the education. You got something peculiar––like you had been born a rich swell––I mean you kinda naturally act that way––kinda cocksure of yourself. Maybe you got it living with that Queen–––”
Palla laughed outright.
“So you think because I’ve seen a queen I ought to know how to act like a movie queen?”