I know you the first moment I saw you? Doesn't everybody in Hollywood know you are my guest?
I'm sorry, Miss Starling, Ambrose mumbled, conciliatory, although he actually felt like shaking the woman.
Sorry! It's too late to be sorry. My beautiful Golden Dreams is spoiled. People will go to it only to laugh at me, isn't it? I am ruined! Ruined! . . . She patted her eyes with her handkerchief, carefully avoiding rubbing the mascara on her lashes. . . . How could you do it? she reiterated in a lugubrious tone.
Count Jaime was scowling frightfully.
Ringrose intervened once again.
I don't think you get this straight, Imperia, he protested. What you're talking about doesn't matter. Nobody actually saw him but me, and you know I'm not going to boast about it. Let's stick to the real issue: why did he go to the Ambassador?
Yes, assented the star, surprisingly as if the question had just occurred to her, rising, and speaking with unexpected force in view of her prediction regarding the complete collapse of her career, why did you go to the Ambassador?
Ambrose blurted out the truth: I went there to see Auburn Six.
