guess that's worth the paltry sum they're throwing to you. Besides everybody takes money under false pretences out here. Do you think Griesheimer actually earns nine hundred thousand dollars a year? It's just part of the tradition of the place. Do you know, she went on musingly, I really love it!
Love what?
Dear old Hollywood. It's as sentimental and naïve as old Heidelberg, I imagine. I like almost everybody out here. They're all charming. And if thy behave differently here from the way they would behave anywhere else in the world they can blame it on the California climate.
You don't want to stay here now, Ambrose protested in some alarm.
Not really stay here, she reassured him, but now I could. They're all so simple and childish and sweet and the way they throw money around—remember that lovely gold tea-service Imperia sent us—is too delightful, and everything's boosted and nothing is criticized. If I didn't have you, I think I'd stay here! I just love it!
Darling, Ambrose murmured wistfully, I didn't think anybody would ever care for me. How did you happen to?
I don't know, Ambrose. . . . She was dancing
