And remember—ten thousand is but a pittance. I must have at least fifteen thousand. They will realize that. You are to insist that I play in your next picture. Insist, do you understand?
Helping her to rise, Ambrose kissed Imperia's hand—it was the first time he had ever done such a thing—and bade her farewell. Following him out of the library through the great hall to the terrace, she waved her handkerchief after him as he drove away.
