She clasped her own slender hands over her own heart as she said this, and there was a pathetic little catch in her voice as she waved farewell kisses to the throng.

Many a heart besides Merton's beat more quickly at knowing that she must rush out to the high-powered roadster and be off at eighty miles an hour to St.Louis, where another vast audience would the next day be breathlessly awaiting her personal appearance.
Merton had felt abundantly repaid for his journey.

There had been inspiration in this contact.

Little he minded the acid greeting, on his return, of a mere Gashwiler, spawning in his low mind a monstrous suspicion that the dying aunt had never lived.
Now he read in his magazines other intimate interviews by other talented young women who had braved the presence of other screen idols of both sexes.

The interviewers approached them with trepidation, and invariably found that success had not spoiled them.