Couldn't! Of course you can! Your modesty does you credit. You are a great writer, isn't it? Think of your plays, your masterpiece . . . The Shanghai Gesture! She flung it at him.
Ambrose flushed. I didn't write that.
You could have written it. You can write anything. I want you to write me a love scene such as no one has ever played before . . . a scene flaming with passion . . . but kind, sympathetic, sweet passion . . . a scene that young girls will revel in, a scene that will give them glimpses, poetic glimpses, of what love will be like when it comes to them. I see a Russian empress with her jewels, her fans, her laces, lying on a couch with an American boy . . .
But I'm not going to Hollywood, Ambrose found courage enough to protest.
Not going to Hollywood! Her face expressed astonishment in the grand manner. But of course you are going to Hollywood. Where else does this train go?
I'm getting off at Lamy.
Lamy? Lamy? Is that near Pasadena or Santa Monica?
Lamy is in New Mexico.
New Mexico! New Mexico! Her tone was replete with scorn. If you want mountains we have them in
