"Only the few who have loved us with all our faults and vain deceit and make-believe," he replied. A series of "close-ups," were photographed after lunch. Consuello went into the actor's embrace again to permit a "close-up" of his fervent expression of love and thankfulness as he looked upward to the sky. John didn't mind the repetition of this scene. He thought of the actor's wife and two babies, especially the one who was his father's "tear provoker." There was another in which Consuello, her head inclined, admired the fresh crisp beauty of a bouquet of daisies. She lifted her face to gaze with a faraway look past the cameras, apparently registering longing for her absent sweetheart. John followed her gaze and discovered it was fixed on the woebegone countenance of the bass viol player, whose melancholy seemed to be increased by his dim realization that he was the object on which she concentrated in her abstract mood. In a third "close-up" the actor registered the deepness of his love by thrusting his chin forward and staring unblinkingly over John's head. It was an effective piece of facial expression, John thought, as the actor's eyes were as soft as a fawn's. Photographs of Richard Barthelmess and John Barrymore in similar poses came back into John's mind. John and Consuello were beside each other again on the return trip to the studio. "I expect Reggie will be there waiting for us," she said. "We have a dinner engagement and I will have to dress at the studio. I'm sorry that he and you and I cannot have dinner together, we have so much to talk about." "You have been kind enough," he said. "I have enjoyed myself thoroughly and I would be intruding if I occupied any more of your time." "Intruding?" she repeated, with a rising inflection of her voice. "Why, it was kind of you to be with me." "But you must remember--" he began. "Remember?" "Yes, remember there is someone else who should be considered." "Oh, Reggie's glad that he has a substitute for trips like this and I've told you that he respects your judgment," she said. Gibson was in his two-seated car at the entrance to the studio when they arrived. They left their machines at the gateway to meet him. "Again?" he asked as they met. "You two certainly find each other interesting." He smiled as he spoke, but a queer feeling went through John as he realized that Consuello had failed to tell Gibson that she had invited him to be with her. "I'm acquainting Mr. Gallant with the process of picture making," Consuello said. However she received Gibson's salutatory remark she gave no hint of her feeling in the tone of her voice. "When are you going to show her through a newspaper office, Gallant?" Gibson was still smiling. Consuello replied before John could speak. "Whenever you and I can find time, I'm sure," she said. "You'll excuse me for a moment; I must hurry along so I won't keep you waiting long, Reggie. And Mr. Gallant, I'll arrange for a car to take you home."