It was almost two when they went into the dining-room. Back and forth over the deserted tables a heavy pattern of beams and shadows swayed with the motion of the pines outside. Two waiters, piling plates and talking loud Italian, fell silent when they came in and brought them a tired version of the table d'hôte luncheon.
"I fell in love on the beach," said Rosemary.
"Who with?"
"First with a whole lot of people who looked nice. Then with one man."
"Did you talk to him?"
"Just a little. Very handsome. With reddish hair." She was eating, ravenously. "He's married though--it's usually the way."
Her mother was her best friend and had put every last possibility into the guiding of her, not so rare a thing in the theatrical profession, but rather special in that Mrs. Elsie Speers was not recompensing herself for a defeat of her own. She had no personal bitterness or resentments about life--twice satisfactorily married and twice widowed, her cheerful stoicism had each time deepened. One of her husbands had been a cavalry officer and one an army doctor, and they both left something to her that she tried to present intact to Rosemary. By not sparing Rosemary she had made her hard--by not sparing her own labor and devotion she had cultivated an idealism in Rosemary, which at present was directed toward herself and saw the world through her eyes. So that while Rosemary was a "simple" child she was protected by a double sheath of her mother's armor and her own--she had a mature distrust of the trivial, the facile and the vulgar. However, with Rosemary's sudden success in pictures Mrs. Speers felt that it was time she were spiritually weaned; it would please rather than pain her if this somewhat bouncing, breathless and exigent idealism would focus on something except herself.
"Then you like it here?" she asked.
"It might be fun if we knew those people. There were some other people, but they weren't nice. They recognized me--no matter where we go everybody's seen 'Daddy's Girl.'"
Mrs. Speers waited for the glow of egotism to subside; then she said in a matter-of-fact way: "That reminds me, when are you going to see Earl Brady?"
"I thought we might go this afternoon--if you're rested."
"You go--I'm not going."
"We'll wait till to-morrow then."
"I fell in love on the beach," said Rosemary.
"Who with?"
"First with a whole lot of people who looked nice. Then with one man."
"Did you talk to him?"
"Just a little. Very handsome. With reddish hair." She was eating, ravenously. "He's married though--it's usually the way."
Her mother was her best friend and had put every last possibility into the guiding of her, not so rare a thing in the theatrical profession, but rather special in that Mrs. Elsie Speers was not recompensing herself for a defeat of her own. She had no personal bitterness or resentments about life--twice satisfactorily married and twice widowed, her cheerful stoicism had each time deepened. One of her husbands had been a cavalry officer and one an army doctor, and they both left something to her that she tried to present intact to Rosemary. By not sparing Rosemary she had made her hard--by not sparing her own labor and devotion she had cultivated an idealism in Rosemary, which at present was directed toward herself and saw the world through her eyes. So that while Rosemary was a "simple" child she was protected by a double sheath of her mother's armor and her own--she had a mature distrust of the trivial, the facile and the vulgar. However, with Rosemary's sudden success in pictures Mrs. Speers felt that it was time she were spiritually weaned; it would please rather than pain her if this somewhat bouncing, breathless and exigent idealism would focus on something except herself.
"Then you like it here?" she asked.
"It might be fun if we knew those people. There were some other people, but they weren't nice. They recognized me--no matter where we go everybody's seen 'Daddy's Girl.'"
Mrs. Speers waited for the glow of egotism to subside; then she said in a matter-of-fact way: "That reminds me, when are you going to see Earl Brady?"
"I thought we might go this afternoon--if you're rested."
"You go--I'm not going."
"We'll wait till to-morrow then."
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