"I'm curious to meet him."
"She invited us to dinner Friday."
"If you're in love it ought to make you happy. You ought to laugh."
Rosemary looked up and gave a beautiful little shiver of her face and laughed. Her mother always had a great influence on her .
CHAPTER 5
Rosemary went to Monte Carlo nearly as sulkily as it was possible for her to be. She rode up the rugged hill to La Turbie, to an old Gaumont lot in process of reconstruction, and as she stood by the grilled entrance waiting for an answer to the message on her card, she might have been looking into Hollywood. The bizarre débris of some recent picture,a decayed street scene in India, a great cardboard whale, a monstrous tree bearing cherries large as basketballs, bloomed there by exotic dispensation,autochthonous as the pale amaranth, mimosa, cork oak or dwarfed pine. There were a quick-lunch shack and two barnlike stages and everywhere about the lot,groups of waiting, hopeful, painted faces.